Wow, it's been a long time! I've been very busy with holidays and family and my Christmas story that I worked on all last month, but now, I can basically focus on this story! Review please!
The next two hours passed by quickly with speech class and physics, which he absentmindedly blocked for the most part, since he still had nothing to write with. Though, upon walking into physics fourth hour he caught eyes with the girl in the pink dress from Smith's class. She waved back at him, which he took as a sign to sit next to her.
He turned in his seat and opened his mouth to speak when someone cleared their throat behind him. The girl's face scrunched in fake pain as he turned to see who he had intruded upon.
The biggest boy he had ever seen, wide and large, stood before him, a possessive hand on the desk in front of Wan.
"Er...hello," he offered, an uncontrollable grin planted on his face.
"What are you laughing at Bleach Boy?" The guy growled, "Happy to see your blindingly ugly face pun-"
"Now Dennis," the girl stood quickly. "No harm. It's just a seat. Wan is new here. He didn't know it was taken."
Dennis glanced at her and sighed, "Fine, because it's you, Bev, I'll make an exception. Stay out of my space."
Wan nodded and quickly jumped out of the chair and passed by the girl named Bev. He muttered, "Thanks."
She gave a feeble smile and whispered, "Sorry about Dennis. I was going to warn you bu-"
"It's fine," he interrupted, and made his way to the teacher's desk right as the buzzer rang again.
An old man with wrinkly, pale skin hunched over a few inches, slowly walked to his swively chair.
"Excuse me," Wan got his attention, "I'm a new student and I was just wondering where you would like me to sit."
The man frowned, like it was hard for him to hear and then finally nodded. By then, the whole class had fallen silent, watching them.
"You're a new student, eh?"
"Yeah..." he paused and grimaced as he informed as quietly as he could, "My name is Wan... Wan No-Name."
"Whah?" the teacher nearly shouted. "I'm sorry. Couldn't hear your last name."
Wan grit his teeth as he answered with a little more volume, "No-name, sir."
"WHAH? You really need to speak up boy."
Wan sighed and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he said in normal volume, "It's Wan No-Name, sir."
The whole class snickered and the teacher frowned in confusion, "I'm sorry Wan, did you say Toucane?"
"No," Wan forced something out like a laugh, although he wished he could die of embarrassment. "It's Wan...No...Name," he responded even louder than before.
The teacher shifted and just stared at him in blank confusion, and Wan stared at him in blank mortification. "What does that even mean, boy? You need to stop fooling around. You're wasting my time."
"I don't mean to, sir. I-"
"I think he means that, Mr. Pathinson, his last name is literally No-name. Right, Wan?" Wan bit his lip and nodded at recognizing Bev's smooth voice.
"Yes. She's correct," he said grudgingly to Mr. Pathinson, still not being able to turn and face his fellow students. He could hear major chortles of laughter and whisperings about it.
"Wan No-Name?"
"Yes, No-Name." Mr. Pathinson forced down a grin and waved to a desk in the front row near the door. For the rest of the hour, he stared hard at the clock above the door. When that buzzer rang, he was going to make a dash for it, before he had to face bullies like Dennis again, or even Bev. She had been kind to him the whole day, but he couldn't imagine facing anyone in that class. Thank goodness he had Tom
Once the buzzer did ring, he had anticipated it so much that he stood, took a step...and slipped on the white tiles. He landed on his knee, but it was still infuriatingly awful, now that it was lunch hour, and everyone had the possibility to mingle and talk.
When Tom met him at his locker, Wan turned to him anxiously, "You don't have to let me sit with you, Tom."
Tom tilted his head with amusement, "You saying you don't wanna sit with me? If you found other people to sit with, that's fine."
"No-well, a girl named Bev told me I could sit with her, but she might not want that anymore, since I made such a fool of myself last hour."
"Man, if I were you, I'd sit with the girl!"
"How about you come with me?" Wan offered and shut his locker.
"I think I'll go outside. I got a couple of buddies to hang out with since I ain't have any lunch."
"I can buy one for you, Tom. I've got plenty-"
"No," Tom laughed forcefully, "You don't need to do that. You gotta lot on your plate."
Wan clapped him on the shoulder in farewell and went in the direction of the small cafeteria. The seats were nearly all taken by the time he had gotten there, but he spotted a pink dress and followed it. As he drew nearer, Bev caught his eye and gave him a large smile before waving him over.
This time, there was no huge Dennis from stopping him.
"Hey Bev."
"Hey!" She stood and placed her hand on his shoulder as she introduced the half a dozen friends at the section of the table. "Hey, this is Wan. It's his first day here." There were two guys around his age and a few other girls looking him up and down.
"It's the No-Name kid!" One of guys sitting next to Bev laughed. "That's a pretty interesting name you've got."
"Well, I didn't choose it," Wan answered back defensively.
"Cool your beans, dude! If it helps, mine's way worse! I'm Rupert Spangler. This here's Bobbie, my cousin." The other boy surrounded by the other four girls nodded nonchalantly before turning back to their conversation.
"And that's my little sister, Kathy," Bev continued, "She's a 9th grader, and that's her friend, Carolyn. The other two are my best friends, Judy and Kim." She pointed out the many girls, which Wan could hardly keep straight, but he had some type of idea of the younger girls compared to the upperclassmen. And as he looked again, one of them did look alike to Bev, just more naïve and small.
"Well, sit down, Wan." He nodded to the four girls as he sat next to Bev, with Rupert on the other side.
"So, your knees alright?" Rupert leaned over to see him.
"Yeah, the tiles are sort of slippery in there." Wan turned red and pulled out the five dollars from his pocket that he had brought along for the day.
"Woah, put that away!" Wan jumped and frowned at Rupert.
"What? I'm just going to buy some lunch."
"Don't pull that out now. You can't let nobody see you have money."
"Why, how else do you buy food here?"
"Just pull it out when you hands it to the lady. You don't want nobody to think you come from money."
"I don't," Wan replied, "I don't come from money. But why?"
"You don't wanna get mugged, or pick-pocketed?"
"No, of course not," Wan looked around suspiciously at the surrounding tables of chatting teenagers. "I didn't know they did that."
"Maybe at whatever white private rich school you went to, but these kids have to live off o' nothin'. Sure, it's illegal, but what is the rest of the country doin'? Whatever's happenin' to us, don't happen legally."
"But still," Wan scowled, "don't they get caught? It's illegal and wrong."
"Don't them officials and politicians get away with their actions against people like us? Why shouldn't we?" The whole table went silent for a few moments as Rupert struggled to keep his voice down and his tone not so passionate.
"Look, I'm just warnin' you-the kids here are wild. No police come here, and if they does, it's 'cause us killed one of theirs. They don't help us when those boys in white hoods come throwin' bricks."
"Yeah, I guess I understand; I'm just new to this place; I'm not used to this type of school." Wan shifted uncomfortably, remembering his past as a follower of "The Captain". They hadn't done the same initiation as the KKK, but their intent had been the same. He himself had caused the fire to burn higher.
"What school did you go to?" Bev asked, "I thought you ain't been to school for a couple of years."
"I haven't," Wan cleared his throat, his bottom at the edge of seat. He felt ready to fall. "I had some problems with my…guardians."
"You seem a smart kid anyway, Wan. But Smarts ain't got anything to do with clumsiness!" This time he chuckled. And Wan thought that perhaps, there would be a good chance that he could find some type of life here. There was plenty to change, plenty to fix.
