[lindsayx159]

drzfynest93 wrote: I really like it! This is the second story that I've read from you & I am in love with your writing style! More Por favor!!!

Thank you, and yes, I remember you! More tomorrow, I promise!

[lindsayx159]

I cheated.
More now. :P

[lindsayx159]

CHAPTER TWO

Just as I had suspected, when I entered the school through the front entrance, nothing was any different. I was being passed by the hordes of kids who took the bus to school, all of whom ignored me like I was nothing more than a shadow. Although that sounds rather sad, it was a good thing for me. It meant that no one knew anything juicy about me, or that no one cared.

I made a stop at my new locker, with my class schedule that I had received in the mail in hand, and carefully dialed in the codes, just to see if it worked. It’s not like I had anything to put in it. After swinging to metal door open, I took a look inside, noticing the rotting scent of old milk that puffed out at me. Just after which I saw some brown, sticky substance pooled at the bottom of the locker.

Wonderful, I thought to myself, seeing the kids who walked past me and my locker holding their hands up to their noses. Now that everyone thought that I reeked like old milk, I decided that there was nothing else to do but go sit in my first period class, and wait for school to begin.

Following my schedule, I made my way though the crowds of students to the English classrooms hallway. Soon, I came across room 281, Mr. Trough’s room, according to the paper in my hand. I didn’t hesitate as I walked in, assuming that the classroom would be empty, besides the teacher.

A friendly looking older man looked up from his computer when I entered the room, and smiled at me through his thick white beard. “Here for advanced English II?” he asked me as I made my way over towards the rows of desks lined up a little ways away from the whiteboard.

“Uh, yeah.” I answered him, choosing a desk on the far right, near the middle of the room. I put my notebook and pen on the smooth, laminate top, and scooted around to sit on the chair.

“You’re a bit early, don’t you think? Class isn’t to start for another ten minutes.” Mr. Trough informed me, as he began to type on his computer again. “Don’t the kids usually meet up with each other before class, compare schedules and such?”

I shrugged, wishing that he would stop talking to me. It wasn’t that he was annoying or anything, I just don’t like when teachers try to converse with me. It’s like they try to dig information out of you, though in a really subtle manner. “No, I just wanted to come sit down.” I replied in short, crossing my arms on the desk.

There, he’d done it. I could tell by the way he “Hmm.”ed after that he had discovered that I didn’t have any real friends to talk to or share schedules with. People never took the time to get to know me, and I hated approaching them. Especially other guys.

For some reason, I didn’t get along well with guys. A lot of them just stared at me, like they’re trying to figure me out. I suppose they have a reason to; I wasn’t an outcast, but I wasn’t social. Most didn’t poke fun at me, nor did any of the girls. The girls were into the whole staring thing as well. I knew they probably talked about me, and I bet that some of them even find me attractive. But I guess I have some kind of aura that makes everyone keep their distance. I don’t bite, and sometimes I wish that they knew that.

I soon found myself sketching in my notebook out of boredom. When I glanced up at the clock, I saw that there was still a good 5 minutes left before the final warning bell rang. I was about to duck back down into my notebook, but my eye caught on to some movement near the classroom door. As I hovered over my drawing, I saw someone enter the room, with footsteps so light I could barely hear them.

Were my eyes deceiving me? In slight shock and joy, I recognized the newcomer to be none other than Lydia Grant, wearing one of her short skirts and a crisp black button-up blouse. Holy hell, was that girl fit. Her thick brown hair bounced as she walked towards one of the desks, and her skirt billowed gently when she sat down in the front row. She was hot and smart, and number one on my list of girls that I wanted to get into my bed before senior year was over. Sadly, though, as usual, she didn’t even notice that I was slouched over in my desk behind her.

Not a minute after Lydia had made her entrance, confident footsteps sounded in my ears, and a tall, sharp-eyed boy entered through the classroom door. I recognized him as well, though he had gotten bigger- that is stronger- over the summer. It was Harry Judd, the most athletic kid in our grade, as well as the least involved in the school. He could easily take out every single athlete on our school’s teams, no matter what the sport, yet he didn’t have the will to actually play on the teams.

Following close behind him was his best friend, the heart-throb, Tom Fletcher. It was a well-known fact that, as one of the most popular kids, Fletcher could easily get any girl he wanted. It wasn’t because he was majorly strong or insanely attractive, it was just the way he carried himself, and the fact that he was super-social. Everyone wanted to know him, and basically everyone did. Everyone but me.

Harry went on to take a seat next to Lydia at the front of the class, and Tom sat down behind Harry. In a couple of seconds, Lydia and Harry were locked at the lips, and I was forced to look away. They were a couple, to my horrible dismay. So, now, you see my dilemma. I liked Lydia, but if I were ever to grow the balls and try to pick her up, Harry could easily beat me to a pulp, and Tom could crush whatever peace I had in the school society. It seemed as though I was destined to be love-less.

Shortly after the three of them had reared into the classroom, more students began to enter. The desks around me began to fill, and I kept my eyes focused on my notepad, where I had randomly drawn some creepy looking clown. I finally looked up when the final bell rang, signaling that class was to begin.

Harry got up quickly from his desk, and after planting a kiss on Lydia, ran out the door, with Tom following him. I had thought that having all three of them in the same class was too much of a nightmare to actually be true. The two students whom had been standing in front of the class, previously stranded without seats, moved into the two newly vacant desks. One of them was a cute, short blond girl by the name of Riley, and the other was a pale, freckly kid with choppy brown hair, who looked like he was lost. I’d never seen him before, and soon came to the conclusion that he was new.

I flipped my notebook shut when Mr. Trough addressed the class for the first time, and I was still studying the new kid. It was weird, but I almost felt... Connected to him. He didn’t have any friends yet, obviously. Maybe this was my chance.

[elijahecstasy]

This is interesting. I'm intrigued, and I don't have any negatives. So far =)

[bleeding-victory]

Dood, this is like the best ever!!!! I want more NAO!!! lol

[lindsayx159]

Glad you're all enjoying this! More later, depends on the number of comments...

[drzfynest93]

More Please!!

[crankdatsoulja]

Very different from your other story
im interested more plz

[lindsayx159]

CHAPTER THREE

After spending my entire first period class staring at the back of the new kid’s head, I almost felt like I knew him. The end bell shook me out of my focused state, and I watched while I stood up from my desk as the brown-haired boy made a beeline for the door, with his schedule and a school floor plan basically up to his nose. I could tell by the way he walked with hunched shoulders that he had no intention of making friends now, but to simply survive his first day.

Well, that was too bad for him.

With purpose I weaved through the crowds of students towards the newcomer, feeling my trainers sliding on the freshly washed floors. The kid still had his face in his papers, walking with uncertainty along the wall of lockers towards his next destination. I dodged out of the way of a few more people, then lunged forward to tap on the boy’s shoulder.

He flinched automatically, and without stopping, turned his head to look at me. He didn’t say a word, but stared at me with wide eyes. What, did he think I was going to punch him or something?

“Uh, hi.” I began, taking a big step forward so that I was walking along side of him. “I haven’t seen you around here before. I’m Dougie.”

The new kid’s big, blue eyes calmed slightly. “I’m new.” He said, though he spoke bolder than I had expected him to. His tone of voice almost had enough of an edge to it to make me want to back off. “I’m Danny.” He added, pulling his hand off of his papers, and stretching it out to shake with me.

I stared at his hand awkwardly for a moment, not really knowing what to do.

“What, do you southerners not do handshakes?” He asked, his tone winding down meekly.

It was with that question that I realized he wasn’t from anywhere near Essex, mainly by his thick accent. “You from up north?” I asked in return, taking his hand.

He grinned, slightly proud of himself as we shook hands. “Yeah, Bolton. This place is nothing like back home.” He said, shaking his head slightly, making his flat choppy hair fluff up some.

Glad that he seemed to be relaxing, I chuckled and tried to start a conversation. “Why’s that?

Danny shrugged. “Back home people actually go out of their way to make newcomers feel welcome. I showed up here a bloody hour before classes started, and all I got was my schedule and a map shoved down my throat. You’re the first person to actually talk to me, no more look me in the eyes.” He then completely countered himself by halting suddenly in front of a classroom. “Well, bye.” He said, then turned his back on me.

Taken aback a bit, I verbally threw up all over him. “Do you want to sit with me at lunch?” I called, taking a step forward to make sure he heard me.

As he stood in the doorframe, he glanced over his shoulder at me. “Uh, if you really want to.” He said with little enthusiasm, almost as though he was creeped out by me.

When he disappeared into the classroom, I hit my palm to my forehead. If I didn’t know before, that awkward situation displayed perfectly clear the reason why I didn’t have any friends.

[elijahecstasy]

Continue please.