A/N One of my first fanfics, so please give me as much advice as possible, and bring my attention to any spelling/grammar errors. Don't be afraid to be harsh. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
"Hey, Craig!" Clyde whispered loudly from across the classroom, that irritating voice of his ringing in my head, as if saying, "Give me attention!". God, he gave me the creeps. I ignored him.
"Craig!" He whispered, even more loudly. I'm actually fairly sure that it doesn't qualify as a whisper. I rolled my eyes. Didn't he know we were taking a test? No, he just pretended like he didn't care. Ignoring him again, I walked to the front of the room to ask Ms. Garrison, who was now our high school teacher, a question. As I was coming back, he threw a wad of crumpled up paper at my head and said my name again.
"What?" I replied angrily. "Can't you see that I'm busy?" He didn't catch on.
He grinned. "Token is having a party at his place. His parents aren't home and he got beer and shit with his fake ID!" Ugh, I hated parties like this. Everyone would get drunk except me and start yelling and throwing things. Token would strip for the ladies, and end up in bed with at least one of them. Then I would get the lovely job of driving the puking, half-unconscious assholes home. Yeah, definitely not going. Let someone else be their designated driver.
"Hell no, Clyde. You know just as well as I do that I hate Tokens parties." I said in my monotone squeak.
"Whatever. You're a bore anyway." Clyde turned around, pride obviously deflated. Aw, poor widdle wubby. I didn't know how I even got tied into being this jock's friend. As Ms. Garrison started to speak, I looked towards the board again.
"...So I want to see kind faces and open arms to our new student, Rebecca!" Mr. Hat gave a few loud claps, but everyone else was gaping at the chick who strutted in. Tossing her curly, soft brown hair to the side, she treated the room as a catwalk, the class as her audience. She had long, tan legs, and was wearing a dark green, strapless dress with a cinched brown belt that set off her sapphire eyes. Not to mention her giant chest. Normally, I would have only noticed that last part, but I feel everyone took in her entirety like I did. Everyone, that is, except Token.
He said quietly, but loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Dayum. If I welcome her with open arms, will she welcome me with open legs?" All the boys snickered, except me and Tweek Tweak, who was too busy twitching and yanking his hair. The new girl, Rebecca, smiled and fluttered her eyes flirtatiously, happy with the attention.
"Now, some of you may remember her from the spelling bee 8 or so years ago, she's been homeschooled until now." Ms. G went on. Wait, was this the girl- Woah. She turned out nice. But If she's so hot, why am I kind of repelled? Why do I keep looking over at the desk with fallen blond hairs on it, being shaken from the constant twitches of the boy in it, sticky with spilled coffee? Why do I keep looking at the boy, his gray-green eyes gleaming with tears that never quite leave? Why do I want to find the reason for his tears, and stop it? Why-
Oh no.
A/N More chapters soon, I promise!