Gilbert's POV
There were little tears dripping off of his face.
'This is the last thing I need...'
I leant over, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back onto his feet. He stared at me strangely, then attempted to wipe the tears off his face with his sleeve.
"Just FYI, if you don't want to get the shit kicked out of you, don't cry." He just stared at me blankly.
'What is with this kid...?' I turned and walked down the hallway to first period.
'Just don't think about him; you'll probably never see him again anyway...'
Oz's POV
I looked at him walk away down the hall. I couldn't understand why, but I felt drawn to him.
'I just don't get it, he's obnoxious, he swears a lot, he's just so different to me...' Just after that thought I saw a folder drop from his bag. He didn't notice.
I knelt down to pick it up, and I couldn't help but take a peek at the name tag.
'Gilbert Baskerville...' I read and reread the name on the front of the folder. 'Odd name... I've never heard anyone by that name before in my life.' Just then I heard the bell sound.
'I'll give it to him at lunch...' I thought as I walked to my first class.
It was strange. I usually pay attention in every class, but all that was making it to my brain was 'blah, blah something about algebra...' I sighed and doodled in my book instead of trying to concentrate.
'I can't do this much longer... I'll start failing if this keeps up, and I have to maintain my image, it I'll attract unnecessary attention...' even though I knew this I couldn't help but repeat that name in my mind.
'Gilbert Baskerville... hmm, cute...' I thought, before quickly realising that I was blushing and smiling like an idiot.
'Dammit! Why am I thinking about him anyway? I should be concentrating! Now, algebra, yes algebra is good, interesting... I bet Gilbert hates algebra... just imagine his adorable confused face...'
~~Lunch~~
Gilbert's POV
I was sitting at a table in the corner, like always, but today I had a stupid bitch on my lap. Our lips moved smoothly together, and she occasionally let out small sighs.
'I can't believe she's this dense...' I thought to myself, enjoying my own comments.
'She's known me, what, ten minutes? And she's all over me like the slut she is...' I moved my hands slowly from her shoulders down to the small of her back. Either no one noticed, or no one cared, so I continued whatever I was doing. I moved my hands again from her back to her ass and squeezed. At which point, she immediately slapped me in the face and got off my knees.
"How could you do that!?" She screamed, a dark flush spread across her face.
"Oh really? Says the slut who was on me after five minutes!" I fired right back at her, then she started crying.
'Stupid bitch...' she ran off to go cry somewhere else, which I was happy about, at least I got some peace and quiet.
But I was wrong. Again. I looked up to see that blonde brat from this morning walking up to the table.
'Oh shit... If he saw that I'm really in for it!'
"I saw what you did to her. That was really mean of you." He said to me in that annoying (feminine) little voice of his.
"Well I'm sorry, but she was a whore anyway... just wanted a cheap fuck. That's all..." I could tell by his expression that he was not happy with that statement.
He sighed. Sightly irritated.
"Fine, whatever. Anyway, you dropped your folder this morning." He held it out to me. "I came to return it to you." He flashed me the most adorable smile I'd ever seen in my life.
'Wow... so cute...'
To be continued