Kurt's Pov

I was sitting in English class passing notes to Mercedes while the teacher was draging on about how no one does there homework. It was funny how angry she gets when no one listens, she would sit on top of her desk and fix her skirt like ten times and scream as loud as she could at all of us.

I never understood why she even bothered yelling at us because none of us gave a damn what the hell she said. See Mrs. Thomas was kind of a loony bin and she thinks she knows everything about us but to be honest she hasn't got a clue on what she is doing.

This is why me and Cedes spend most of the class texting on another and passing notes. We don't need to worry about getting caught because we both do the work and hand all our stuff in. I could have skipped class today if Mercedes didn't convince me to stay here because apparently we were starting a new unit and she didn't want to miss it.

While Mrs. Thomas was yelling at the rest of the class about not finishing their last essay, I was sitting at my desk playing with my phone when I saw this boy standing outside our classroom door. He had dark curly hair and he was quite skinny and he held a guitar in one hand while he held his notebooks in the other. This kid looked oftenly familiar but I could not seem to figure out who he was but I don't recall having someone as adorable and hot at our school as him.

He put down his guitar and knocked lightly on the door. 'As if she would hear that' I mutter to myself. I couldn't help but stare at him. He was just gorgeous and I was so tempted to get up and introduce myself to him but that would just make my life even worse then it already was.

"OMG who is that over there?" Mercedes finally catched on to who I was staring at.

"I have no idea Ceds, but he must be new here or something because he obviously has never met Mrs. Thomas before or he would just have walked in a took a seat." I state laughing.

It was true because if you have ever had Mrs. Thomas as a teacher you knew that you didn't have to tell her where you were going or if you were coming to class or not because most of the time she didn't really notice.

The small, curly haired boy once again knocked on the door, but this time he managed to get the whole entire class' attention. He turned deep red when all the heads turned towards him. He look so cute though when he turned red. He must be really shy because when Mrs. Thomas as him his name he could barely say a word.

Mrs. Thomas talked with the boy for about five minutes while the class just fooled around throwing stuff at one another. After she was done talking to the boy she brought him to the front of the class to introduce him. As if any of us cared, other than me and Mercedes.

He stood at the front with his guitar held tight in his right hand and his curls fell infront of his eyes. He shook his head to knock them out of the way. He definately did not want to be standing there infront of the entire class and be intorduced by some loony old hag.

"Everyone please welcome Nick, to our class. He has just transferred to Ohio from California and I would like it if you all treat him with respect and do not treat him any different than you would anyone in this class." She stated patting him on the back.

Nick smiled at everyone and made his way towards the back of the classroom where Mercedes and I were sitting chatting. He smiled at both of us as he took at seat behind me. He seemed like a decent person and seemed to be really shy, but that was understandable considering he was in a completely new state and he didn't know a single person.

Mercedes being her friendly self turned around to introduce herself causing his notebooks to go flying onto the floor. Some of the papers that were sticking out of the edges fall out and end up underneath Karofsky's desk.

Nick's face turns red and Mercedes runs over to Karofsky's desk and tries to grab the paper. She didn't grab it in time, before Karofsky got it. He scanned it with his evil eyes and got a smirk on his face. He stood up on his desk which was weird because he usually never would do that but when he did everyone turned their attention towards him.

Mercedes and I looked at him with wide eyes as he cleared his throat and begun to read what was written on the sheet of paper. I could not believe what I was hearing coming out of Karofsky's mouth. It was one of them most beautiful things I have ever heard and he was completely ruining it.

" I want someone so to love me for who I am... I want someone to need me is that so bad" Karofsky laughed while he continued to read the lyrics to a song that Nick had written.

All the guys in the class were in histerics, while all the girls where swooning at the words. Nick was so embarrassed at this he couldn't help but sink down into his chair and hide his face with his binder.

"Oh my god, and I thought Kurty here was gay, but this is by far more gayer than him." Karofsky laughs.

Nick was getting more and more embarrassed and I so badly wanted to punch Karofsky in the face but I couldn't because I was too afraid of him. I know that I am a coward but what the hell was I supposed to do against a 220 pound football player.

As I watched Karofsky go through the rest of the lyrics which weren't quite finished yet, I see Nick finally got up out of his seat with his stuff and walked over to where Karofsky was standing on his desk.

"Will you please give me that back?" The boy begged trying to grab the paper from the older boy.

"Oh does little Nicky here want his precious lyrics back." Karofskys mimics

"First off all my name is Nick and secondly I would appreciate it if you stopped acting like an asshole and give me that back." Nick says angered.

Karofsky looked at Nick in disgust and stared at him before taking the peice of paper that he held in his hands and ripping it into peices and letting it fall to the floor.

The whole entire class laughed as nick frantically picked up the scattered peices of paper. My heart melted as I watched him pick them up. I couldn't help but see the tears begin to form in his eyes. How could someone be so mean and do that to another persons work? Well then again it was Karofsky and he could care less who the hell the person was.

I hated seeing this boy this way because I knew what he was going through. I decided that I couldn't just sit there and watch, I had to help him. It was the least I could do considering my best friend had knocked all his stuff onto the floor.

I kneel down next to him and began picking up the rest of the peices. As soon as we finished picking up the peices of papers, Nick thanked me and got up and headed back to his seat. When he went towards it Karofsky stuck out his foot and Nick tripped over it. This caused all his stuff to go flying once again across the room and he landed on top of his guitar which broke in half when his hand went right through it.

Nick scrambled up from the floor while the entire class just laughed at him. He picked up all his books that he could and his broken guitar and ran out of the classroom crying. I got up from the ground and ran after him. I couldn't just let him leave the class without knowing someone cared and knew what a jerk Karofsky was.