Ch. 1
I hate school. I can't remember a time when I actually enjoyed it. I do know one thing though, about this new transfer student that just arrived, that's the guy I want to be friends with. How do I do that when all I do is sit in class and play on my phone? Maybe take some notes, look smart, or move up into the seat next to him in all my classes. There are so many things I could do but I'm too much of a coward to do it. But I bet starting from more of the beginning might help give me ideas of what I could do. Yah the beginning sounds nice…
There I am mid first period, history class, all the way in the back leaning up against the window, right where the teacher assigned me to sit. It's not a bad area really. I can watch the football team practice their runs and maybe every now and then see the soccer team actually doing practice. They haven't won a game for the school in years. It's pathetic. Soccer is supposed to be the best sport in this entire planet but once I moved here, to America, soccer is just a second class sport that not many Americans actually enjoy playing.
But back to the point, me sitting in class with my binder on my desk with the pencil eraser pressed up against my cheek as I look out from the window. 'Man, if only I were out there, I wouldn't be so damn bored.' Then I hear my name being called from the front of the room.
"Feliciano!?"
I looked up at my teacher, with his glasses on his long face and the 5-o-clock shadow and scruff on his face probably from a late night grading our tests from Monday. His stupid Mickey Mouse tie and his striped shirt all perfect, geez…
"Yes sir?"
"I asked you a question, would you mind answering it for the class?"
"Maybe you should repeat the question and I would happily give you the right answer."
"Which book was published in London on April 25th, 1719?"
"'And that is what you asked the first time?"
"Do you have an answer or not?! If you don't leave my classroom at once! I'm tired of dealing with your mood today!"
"Fine I have your answer, you ready to hear it?!"
"Then tell it to the class!"
"Robinson Crusoe!"
"That's wr-"
I know he was ready to prove to the class how stupid I was but I knew I had the answer right by the look he was giving to me in that back corner.
"That is… correct…"
I knew if I said another word he'd just yell at me some more. 'That's what I thought you were going to say.' Don't let the teacher make a fool out of you. That's one of my rules of the class. I have plenty to tell you.
The bell finally rang after the long, punishing hour and thirty minutes of deadly history. I packed my things and headed for the door, but I was sadly stopped by the voice I oh so much hated dearly.
"Feliciano…"
I turned around to see my teacher sitting behind his desk in his wheelie chair.
"Sir…"
"Don't pull crap like that in my class or I will get you suspended."
"Yes sir."
I turned around more than upset at this guy. I know he hates me just because he's probably racist against Europeans or something like that. Maybe if I asked the buddy I brought with me from Italy too, he has his class with this douche too. So I waited through my next two classes to ask him.
And finally lunch break. This buddy of mine is also my brother. The south side of me, people tend to say. I just call him Roma, makes life easier.
I sat in the same spot as always, third table in from the two sets of double doors and one table in. I looked through the lunchroom to finally see Roma in the line for the disgusting American 'hot lunch' as they call it. I then noticed he was almost through the line and decided to wait. A few minutes went by and he was pulling up a chair next to me and stared at his food as he slouched down.
"So Roma…"
"What do you want?"
"You have history with umm what's his name right?"
"Do you mean the racist bastard that picks on me just because he's a racist bastard? If you mean him, give him a big middle finger and greetings."
"Umm I'll pass on that part, but you still think he's racist then?"
"Oh sure ya, he's a racists bastard alright."
That's all I needed to hear.
"I'm going to go to the consolers' office, see ya."
"Whatever…"
I wasn't all too hungry so I skipped lunch and headed down the hallway. Everything was white and red when it came to the walls and floors in this school. I made a left turn and saw the sign on the ceiling telling me the consolers' office was just behind this unlocked door. I opened the door and I walked in, closing the door silently behind me. I could hear someone talking with the consoler already so I sat in the chair right next to her door. I couldn't help but listen to the person in the room with her. The accent this guy has, it sounds almost German. Could it be another transfer student like bro and me? I could then hear them both getting up and walking closer to the door, and I heard my name mentioned too right as they opened the door. I quickly stood up and was greeted with a taller man that looked German and my consoler. Shorter than me with red hair and always wore really nice skirts that always suited her blue eyes.
"Ah Felic, we were just talking about you. This student is a new transfer and he needs someone to help him around the school and his schedule is exactly similar to yours. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind helping him out."
My eyes slowly looked from toe to head up this guy. He's not wearing our school uniform but the ones we wore in Italy. Spick and span, this guy dressed like a business man ready for action. He's taller than me, that's just great T-T. His hair was slicked back and his blue eyes seemed to stare into my soul. He looked buff and strong. Almost like a man in the military.
And suddenly, I felt a huge urge in my chest that made me feel almost hot, everywhere. I could feel my face going red and I quickly looked back down at my consoler.
"Sure I'll help him around. He speak English?" I could hear the mere flutter in my voice, I tried to hold it back but it didn't work so well.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it. His name is Ludwig Belischmidt and yes he's very good with English."
"Yes, tank you for helping me through the school. I hope we vill get along fine."
"I'm pretty sure we will be fine."
"Felic, was there something you needed to talk to me about?"
"What? Oh yes, I need a schedule change."
"Oh sure, mind me asking why?"
"My history teacher hates me and he's racist against Europeans. You should switch his as well so he doesn't need to deal with him either."
"Sure I can do that."
As I talked to my consoler I felt a hand go on my shoulder.
"I appreciate you thinking that I von't like the teacher as vell. I believe ve vill be just fine."
Again I could feel my face going red and I looked down to the floor as quick as I could.
"Are you feeling alright, your face has been very red ever since you've valked in here."
"Yes haha I'm fine, trust me!"
My hand went to the back of my neck as I felt my face going redder and redder every time I look up at him. 'This guy's amazing.' Hate to break it to all the ladies but, I have no interest in them. I happen to –clears throat- like men…. I apologize if any have fallen for me already.
