I sit alone pretty much all the time. Never do I have anywhere to be, or anyone to be with. I mean, its not a bad thing, its just something I find to be worth thinking about. I walk down these marble halls of Western High (my high school) and I'm constantly reminded of how alone I truly am. I'm the epitome of the generic high school nerd in a motivational high school film. I have asthma and an anxiety level about as high as my IQ. I wear glasses and I'm cursed with a mouth full of metal that makes conversation slightly difficult, but that's mostly due to my habit of being antisocial. My pocket protector is just me trying to be clever and hoping someone will notice. I'd get started on my figure, but its best that I don't. It's not really worth mentioning, I'm scrawny as hell. I'm pretty average in height, or so I assume. My doctor assured me of it, but a majority of boys tend to be slightly taller. It's just a couple of inches like, they pretty much can touch the roof of the locker room without support of their toes, while I need a stool and a couple of history text books. Despite my seemingly pessimistic description of my figure, I do take quite a bit of pride in it. It got me the last Gurren Lagann T they had at S-con, and that's cool.
While I walk down theses aforementioned marble halls, with my face facing the floor, those thoughts of loneliness and depressing facts come and occupy useful space in my frontal lobe. It sucks, but what can I do? I'm only human. I take a moment to look up, and spot my history teacher standing out the door, greeting and handing out Today's class work. I've never been too keen on history, but that muscular gray haired man, has managed to get me to appreciate its teaching in a way that was never thought possible for me. I walk up with the intention to say something clever when, " You're looking dapper than ever, Mr. Egbert," he had this oddly adorable little chuckle, so I assume it's sarcasm. Besides, I wasn't really wearing anything special today, just an Avengers T with the occasional vest carrying my pocket protector. Maybe it was the hat, I rarely wear fedora's, so maybe that sparked his sarcastic compliment. "Why thank you. I do my best to find the perfect day for a fancy fedora." He got that I understood and patted my back as I entered the class. I sit in the very last row, right at the very left end, next to the large windows with a fantastic view of the front gate. Right of me sit's the hipster that leads the schools newspaper committee, Eridan. He's not very talkative in class, but once pass the door all hell breaks loose with social justice. In front of him is his bubbly girlfriend, that I assume is having an affair with the tech geek right to her, but I'm pretty sure I'm wrong, Feferi. Their relationship is a living contradiction, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm shocked its been a year, and her and Eridan are still together. In front of me is probably the most melodramatic, kind of an asshole, yet reasonable person in this entire school, Karkat. I assume that he's gay. His habit of blushing when the stoner in front of him, Gamzee, passes a paper to him, is what sparks that strange feeling. He could be a pansexual, and not have a preference, but I don't know. In a past relationship with Terezi, a blind chick in my English class, he never really showed much interest. I guess his preference will remain one of the schools greatest mysteries.
Anyway, I sat at my desk and this sudden recollection about a new transfer student from Texas, who was going to be attending this school, came to mind. I'm suppose to show him around or something, which I strangely don't mind doing. I just hope he's not the talkative type, I can't really maintain a conversation with new people without getting annoying. "Hey, Egbert! Egbert, you fucking idiot. The new student is standing right in front of you trying to say hi!"
"Huh..?" I was suddenly "awoken" by an annoyingly familiar voice.
"God, try paying attention to what's going on in class. Just because your grades are better doesn't mean you have the privilege to completely ignore the people around you. His name's Dave, by the way!" Karkat would make the worlds worse mother in the morning. I can see it now, his kids eardrums bleeding from his morning, lunch and dinner screeches.
"Uh, hi. Names John, J-John Egbert." I stuttered a bit. My tongue sort of stuck to my braces.
"He already fucking knows. The teacher introduced you while you were in your, occasionally crappy, daydreaming state."
"Karkat, could you take you and your shedding uterus somewhere, where migraines don't exist. I'm sure the people there wouldn't mind hearing your-"
"Now, now, John. Don't give the newbie a bad impression of our honor students. You're one of their representatives, you know." Old grey hairs interrupted my clever come back, but it was probably for the best. This kid was pretty tall for a junior, he was also blonde and sort of pale. Texas is kind of hot, so I was expecting him to be a bit dark. Its nearing the end of fall and yet, he has shades on. On top of that, he's indoors.
"Names Dave, Dave Strider. Are you some kind of nerd?" Oh, how that question jabs at my sides and pulls out my insides. I know I do label myself as the epitome of a nerd, but being called or questioned about it sort of makes it a bit demeaning,
"Heh, I'm exactly that."
"Hah, cool." He held out his hand with this emotionless face, I gladly shook it with a metallic smile.
"Well, now that you two are acquainted, Dave, take your seat in the front, and at the end of class you, John, will join us in getting him settled. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mr. grey."
"Wonderful!" Dave took his seat, Mr. G got to teaching and I, I went back into my little world, "Today feels like its going to be tiring," I whispered those words to my reflection in the window, hoping this new kid knows who Nic Cage is.