Start of some kind of story

Everyone feigns bravery. Everyone says they would sacrifice their life for those they love, while in reality they’d save themselves. Everyone is full of shit. Love means nothing; it doesn’t exist. This was Tyler’s view of life. He was so damn tired of people pretending to care and being so self-righteous and satisfied. To him, love existed in movies, books, and songs; things people created for themselves. No one felt these feelings they just aspired or pretended.
Love and Heaven were the sapeople pretending to care and being so self-righteous and satisfied. To him, love existed in movies, books, and songs; things people created for themselves. No one felt these feelings they just aspired or pretended.
Love and Heaven wer the sapeople pretending to care and being so self-righteous and satisfied. To him, love existed in movies, books, and songs; things people created for themselves. No one felt these feelings they just aspired or pretended.
Love and Heaven werthe sapeople pretending to care and being so self-righteous and satisfied. To him, love existed in movies, books, and songs; things people created for themselves. No one felt these feelings they just aspired or pretended.
Love and Heaven werst people wouldn’t dream of ever doing, and he wasn’t weighed down by the foolish emotion of love.
August 25 was the first day of school. He didn’t show up. “What kind of impression would that give?” he wondered, “Would they think I actually cared?”
It was always like this for him, lay out of school for the first few days, show up, sleep in class, smoke in the bathroom, and leave as early as possible. He didn’t have many friends to talk to. He didn’t consider most of the kids in the school worth his time. The few friends he had he would speak to outside or school. He was also friendly with the assistant principal, which didn’t hurt if he got into some trouble.
On this particular day, August 25, Tyler decided he would be out and about instead of at school or in bed. He slept in and left his apartment around 12. He lived alone, he didn’t have parents to make him go to school. He went on his own, but only so he could have a diploma. He knew his future would be bleak if there wasn’t a high school diploma under his belt.
He lived alone in a cheap apartment on the bad side of town. Alone, he was always alone. Since his mother had left him, he had been alone. He thought his mother loved him, he had good reason to think that he thought. She must not have loved him, because she left.
On the way out he ran into his neighbor from the apartment next to his own. It was a slim Russian woman named Yana. She was about 21, very pretty. She stood about 5’4” and weighed about 105 pounds. Her complexion was clear and an olive color, Tyler was very attracted to good skin.
When she saw Tyler in the hall she stopped, “Should you not be at school?” she asked.
“Should you not be at WORK?” Tyler bit back.
Yana looked at Tyler with a shocked look for a moment. Her plump lips pulled back in a smile showing her straight white teeth. “You’re quite smart, aren’t you?” she laughed, “I am not at work, because I quit.” She said crossing her arms, “Now you must tell me why you aren’t at school.” Yana didn’t know Tyler’s habits for skipping, she had moved in the apartments only one month previous.
“I quit school,” Tyler joked, crossing his arms just as Yana had done.
Her large almond shaped eyes opened wide, “Oh shit, you better not have!” She exclaimed.
“You’re right, I’m skipping. I’m about to get breakfast. Would you join me? I would love the company of a beautiful lady, such as yourself.” Tyler had always been trying to get with Yana since he met her. She had been a dancer for nearly 15 years and he was sure she’d be a great fuck, if nothing else. He especially liked her breasts. They were small, but it was a good size for her body and they were nicely shaped. She always wore shirts that showed cleavage around Tyler. He liked to think she was trying to show off for him. He spent a lot of time thinking about Yana. In fact, he spent a lot of time jacking off while thinking about Yana.
She knew none of this though. To her, Tyler was merely a friend. If she went to this breakfast, it would be the first time they had spent together outside the customary talks in the hallway. This is not saying that she was not attracted to him. He was very suave, around her at least. She found flaws in his appearance only because he didn’t shave frequently, and he was rather short. Tyler stood at a very short 5’6”. His face was very attractive
Yana pursed her lips as she considered his offer for breakfast. “You know it’s noon?” she asked.
“Yeah, but I haven’t eaten yet”
“You paying?”
“Well of course” he said sweetly, “After all, I did invite you, and what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t pay?”
“All right,” she agreed to go, “Let me run in my apartment and change clothes.”