Chapter 2: No fun in making sense

10 years prior to Obscurities...

"Hey Dissy, dinner's ready!" Tanya calls up to me. I sigh and take off my Razer Krakens. I get up from my super comfortable office chair and make my way downstairs. I walk into our kitchen and sit down at the table.

"What's on the chopping block tonight Tanya?" I ask with a yawn.

"Burgers. How late did you stay up last night?" She looks at me with concerned eyes. I sigh.

"About 3."

"3 am? What were you doing?"

"Mixing." I reply simply. She stares at me in disbelief.

"Dumbass, we have SAT's tomorrow! Did you even study yet?" I look away and she gives an exasperated gasp.

"How the hell are you gonna graduate if you don't study for anything?" She throws up her hands and sits down. My mom, Sharon Wood, comes in the back door with our burgers.

"Kay kids, Tanya, you only wanted one right? Good, here's yours. And one for me. And 3 for Johnny." She hands us our plates and we put on our condiments. I feel like being old fashioned and put just mayo and ketchup on mine.

I begin to munch on my second burger when Tanya bursts out, "Dissy didn't study for the SAT's tomorrow." I look at her shocked.

"The crap T?" I gesture at her. Tanya gives me a look that says 'You. Are. Dead.' Well shit. G'bye Blops 2. G'bye Halo 4. G'bye mixing table.

-Silence-

To my surprise my mom only continues to eat her burger. The look fades from Tanya's face. I look at her and give her a look that says, 'WTF?'.

-Silence-

"Aren't you gonna ground him or take his video games and mixing table?" Mom shakes her head.

"Nope. John's 17 now. He needs to deal with whatever consequences his decisions bring him."

Tanya's jaw drops. I just stare at mom dumbfounded. I finish my final burger and toss my paper plate in the fireplace on the way back to my room.

As soon as I'm back in my comfy chair I get to work on studying for the SAT.

Mom's 'you're an adult now' card always works, god dammit.

4 hours later…

"JESUS CHRIST. That was horrible." I sit back and look at my notes. I've taken about 6 pages for each subject the SAT covers. I'd spent the last 4 hours writing. I'd memorized everything I thought I'd need for the test. All my notes were packed neatly in my backpack and I set it next to my door so I could grab it easily before I leave for school tomorrow.

I get out of my chair and stretch. I jump up and grab the pull up bar in the middle of my room. I do about 100 before I drop down, my arms like noodles. I'm pretty sweaty so I decide to take a shower.

I put all my clothes in my hamper and slip into the shower. I turn it to boiling and just stand there, water running over my head and down my back. I look at my reflection in the tiles and trace the tattoo on my chest. It says 'Chaos' in big fancy letters.

I hear a loud annoying ring come from my phone. I reach out and step to the side of the shower.

I unlock my phone and see a text from my best friend Bruce DeCastor.

'Hey. U wanna come over to my place for the night?'

I mull it over a bit and reply back, 'Yea sure. Gotta see if mom's okay with it. You know, SAT's tomorrow. I'll get back to ya in about 10 minutes.' I wrap myself up in a towel and head downstairs.

"Hey mom, can I go stay over at B's tonight?" she looks at me, thinking.

"You study for that test?" I nod enthusiastically. "How long?"

"Past four hours. What'd you think I was doing?" She smiles and shakes her head.

"You can go over to Bruce's. Make sure you get to those exams on time though." I nod.

"Kay mom. Love ya." I walk over and give her a peck on the cheek. She smiles again and I go get dressed. I pull on my favorite pair of skinny jeans with one green leg and one yellow, my favorite black and blue beanie, and my most badass beige trench coat. It's long and flowing with royal blue trim along the collar. I slip a black and white striped scarf around my neck.

I grab my phone off my desk, my spare Skull Candies, and my school bag. I plug the cord in and have at my music. I put on Move Along by The All-American Rejects. Love that band.

I head downstairs and out the front door. Bruce lives about 10 minutes walking distance from me. I stuff my hands in my pockets and immerse myself in the Rejects.