Dylan's POV.
Love. It's something I never really bothered to care about. It was kind of hard to escape all the 'love' once I reached 10th grade, though. People were kissing and hugging and all over each other. It was practically unavoidable. Anyways, I decided I should probably start going to class; considering I haven't attended it in such a long time. As I entered my homeroom class, I made my way to the back of the class, taking a seat there. I was pretty strange looking, compared to the other students. Not that I wanted to look like them, they were all conformist sluts or jocks. I was wearing dark clothes, eyeliner and my hair was pretty different, too. With that appearance, I was grabbing people's attention- I had been since I walked in.
"Isn't that one of those goth kids?"
"What's he doing here?"
"Where's the rest of them?"
The rest of them. I sighed, leaning back in my chair as the homeroom teacher called attendance. About a minute into his roll call, a blonde haired girl bust through the door. She glanced around the classroom to look for a seat- unfortunately the only open seat was next to me. I could see that she didn't want to sit there, but she did anyways.
"Bebe Stevens! Why are you tardy?"
"It took longer than expected for me to get ready!"
"I'll let it slide, but just for today."
"Thanks!"
I glared at her. I had to sit next to this girl the entire year? I could already tell the kind of person she was.
Then I was brought to my attention by the teacher calling my name.
"Dylan North."
There were already questioning glances in my direction. I could here people whispering, 'Who's that? Is it that goth kid back there?'
"Here." I answered quietly.
- Next period. -
Next period I had Language Arts. It just so happens, that the blonde girl I was forced to sit by in Homeroom was in there; for some reason she was intriguing. She was popular and had people talking to her constantly. She dressed in tight, almost slutty clothing. Short skirt. High heels. Jewelry. Makeup. Disgusting.
When we walked in, the teacher decided that we would play a 'game' to get to know each other. I might be mistaken, but isn't that what we did in second grade? I know every single one of my classmates. I have since I started South Park Elementary.
The game worked like this- when the teacher got to you, you had to say your first and last name and something you liked to do. I wasn't going to play.
The only person I wanted to know about was the blonde.
When it was her turn, she stood up with a wide smile. "My name is Bebe Stevens, and I love shopping!"
Of course. Stereotypical popular girl. I would never be able to even get to talk to her without one of her friends interrupting.
The teacher pointed at me, and I shook my head. He pointed at me again, saying this wasn't optional. I shook my head again.
"You don't need to know about me."
