Hello! I'm starting another story! This one is just a boring old school story, but I shall make it awesome! But anyway, the chapter titles are all song that I think describe the chapter, but if you haven't heard them, it won't matter that much. Sadly, I couldn't think of a song for this chapter, but if you have any ideas, let me know.
I stepped onto the bus as the doors swung open. I climbed over legs and backpacks to plunk myself down on a seat in the back of the bus. Just as the doors were beginning to close, a tall kid in a purple shirt and dark green jeans stopped it with his hand, not seeming to care that his fingers had almost been crushed. He strode nonchalantly towards me and flopped down next to me, stretching his legs out like he owned the place. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering who this kid was.
He caught me looking at him and smirked. "Well well, what have we here? You seem... different."
"I just moved here," I said, trying not to glare at him.
"Ah-huh," he said. "And you are...?"
"Rose," I muttered, hating the sound of my own name.
"Rose," he repeated. "Huh."
"What about you, huh? Who're you?"
He smirked again. "Jack Napier, at your service," he joked, faking a bow. I scowled. I could tell he was going to be a thorn in my side all year.
The bus pulled to a stop, opening the door for a scrawny kid to climb on. He had dark, curly hair, thick square glasses, and an even thicker book in his hand. A couple kids snickered an called out things like, "Whatcha got there Scarecrow? 'Dating for nerds?'" (A/N: I know, I suck at insults) The kid they had just called "Scarecrow" ducked is head and continued on to find a seat near the back. He ended up sitting in the seat in front of me, burying his nose into the book.
I reached over and tapped his shoulder. He turned and looked at me with his wide blue eyes.
"Hi. I'm Rose," I said, smiling at him.
"Hello Rose. I'm Jonathan." He had a very formal tone, but a small smile played on his lips.
"Why do you let them tease you like that?" I asked, motioning at the group of kids.
He shrugged. "There's really no point in trying to stop them. They're pitiful minds see it as a sign of superiority, so they try to make others feel inferior. It's just a power play of sorts." I nodded, understanding his meaning but not seeing the point.
"But why do you let them? I get why they do it, but you shouldn't just let them."
He shrugged again, not seeming to get it. I sighed and sat back in my seat. Jack smirked again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked him angrily.
"Doing what?" he asked innocently.
"Smirking! It's annoying."
He didn't respond, but instead changed the subject. "So are you able to handle Jonny Boy's logic?" he asked, turning to me. "Honestly, I think he's a bit of a prick, but, uh, everyone's different."
"Well, I think he's nice. At least he doesn't act like he's all that," I retorted, looking pointedly at Jack.
He didn't seem to notice this, and leaned back again. I sighed, just as the bus pulled up in front of the school. It was going to be a long year.
I stood at the front desk, waiting for my schedule. The receptionist presently returned and handed me a piece of paper.
"Now, I recommend that you find someone to walk to your classes with you. A new school can be a scary place." She smiled and looked down at me like I was a child.
I didn't even bother saying thank you, but turned around and left.
I looked at the numbers at the top of my schedule: my locker number and combination. I navigated my way to the small locker and spun the lock. The door swung open and I dumped my jacket into the bottom. I slammed it shut, then glanced at the schedule. First period was English with Mr. Travisano. It was in room 251, so I continued down the hall.
As soon as I entered the classroom, I wanted to turn around and leave. Jack was sitting in the back, talking to some kid wearing a hat with a question mark on it. I tried to sneak into a seat without them noticing, but Mr. Travisano called, "Ah! You must be the new student, Rose." I wanted to crawl in a hole and die, but I smiled and nodded.
"Excellent. Why don't you tell us about yourself, Rose."
I turned to face the class, only to see none other than Jack Napier staring at me.
I cleared my throat and looked around. "Well, um, I'm Rose. I just moved from California, and... I like donuts," I finished lamely. I sat back down and tried to ignore Jack, who was still staring at me. Ignoring him didn't seem to be working, so I turned and stared back at him. He smirked and waved at me. I shook my head. I just didn't get this kid.
His friend threw something at me and it landed in my lap. As I picked it up, I saw it was a ball of paper. I opened it and read the words scrawled across the page:
Riddle me this, Rose. What goes up white and comes down yellow and white?
I wrote back: Umm, I dunno. What?
I tossed the paper back to him. He opened it and a slow grin spread across his face. He scribbled something then threw the note to me. It read: 'An egg. Get it?'
I smiled slightly. 'Here, I got one. What's black & white and full of pigs?'
He caught the note when I threw it, just as the bell rang, marking the end of class. As I was leaving, I heard him call out, "Rose!"
"Yeah?" I said, turning.
"A cop car," he grinned, before leaving for his next class.
Whatcha think? I'm sorry if the format is screwed up, but I'm uploading this from my Ipod. Sooo, I don't own anything, except my OC, and I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter. Oh, and I didn't make up those riddles. I found them on the internet, and the Riddler did say them. Ciao!