C Y R U S

Jonah Beck. Jonah Beck is a goofy, outgoing guy. He likes to make the people around him smile and always has a positive attitude. He is a bit slow minded but that doesn't stop him from doing the things he loves. When I first got partnered with him I thought it would be awkward and cringe-filled but over the past few days, I've grown kind of fond of my dimpled friend.

I looked down at my essay and sighed. It was coming along nicely but I couldn't really figure out a way to lengthen it out. I guess I could talk about his interests or something. As I jotted down a few facts about Jonah I heard someone come up behind me. I turned to see the grinning devil himself.

"Hey Cy-guy," He greeted, sitting next to me at the table. I decided to sit down in the cafeteria during the small amount of time we got before class started.

I groaned. "Why do you insist on calling me that?" I asked.

He just chuckled. "Because it's cool and you're cool so it just fits perfectly," He said with a small smile, showing his dimple. I rolled my eyes as two familiar faces sat across from us.

"Hey, Cyrus...and Jonah? What are you doing here? I thought you meet up with the frisbee team in the morning," Andi said, pulling out a pop-tart.

Jonah shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I just wanted to see how the crew was doing?"

Buffy scoffed. "The crew? Since when were we a crew?" She asked with a lifted brow.

He shrugged again. "I don't know. You guys have a lot in common,"

Buffy crossed her arms. "Like what?"

"Um, you guys have... good hair?" Everyone laughed at Jonah's statement. He sat there, face flushing, and coughed awkwardly.

"So we're what? The "Good Hair Crew"?" Andi said sarcastically.

"You know, I don't completely hate that name. It has a nice ring to it," I said, making Jonah smile at me. The bell rang and we all sighed. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I went to my locker. I put my books in there and closed it and jumped when I saw Tj standing there smiling.

"Geez Tj! Why are you just standing next to my locker like that?!" I asked, trying to compose myself.

He just laughed. "I thought it would be funny and boy was I right," He continued to laugh.

I scowled at him and walked off, not waiting for him to follow me. Soon enough, he came rushing after me. We walked towards our first class, which I had no idea he was in and sat down. Kids were making small talk with each other as I sat there awkwardly next to Tj. Ever since the first day of school I've been trying to avoid him to prevent any more catastrophes. All the chatter died down when the door flew open.

Everyone stared at the teacher, Mr. McNamara, as his intimidating presence made its way through the room. Everyone flinched away from his look and I understood why. This guy made Snape seem nice. "Hello class," His monotonous voice echoed through the room. "Today we will be going over yesterday's notes since I was out," He began with his lesson. During these first few days, I quickly learned that Mr. McNamara isn't someone to mess with. Yesterday, he threw a kid out for chewing gum. Literally, he picked him up and tossed him out the door.

The thought of the incident made me shiver. I began to get distracted when I felt something hit my face. I frowned at the small paper ball on my desk and turned towards Tj, who was smiling deviously.

Idiot.

I shook my head and turned my attention to the board. I felt another paper ball hit my face again and I turned to Tj again. He was looking ahead innocently as if he wasn't distracting me from this lesson. When I turned my head again, another paper ball hit me and that's when I had enough.

"Tj! Will you cut it out," I whispered to him.

He smirked at me mockingly. "I don't know what you're talking about," He said innocently.

I was about to say something when someone cleared their throat. "Mr. Goodman, Mr. Kippen, is there anything you two would like to discuss with the class?" Mr. McNamara said, making my skin crawl.

I shifted in my seat awkwardly and Tj looked away. "I guess you two will have plenty to discuss in detention," He stated.

My mouth fell open. Detention? I never in my life imagined that I, Cyrus Goodman, would ever be sent to detention. "Wait, Mr. McNamara, this is all a big-" He held his hand up.

"You right Mr. Goodman, two days of detention."

I sank in my seat in defeat and turned to Tj. He was giving me a sorry look and I glared at him.

This was going to be a long day.

So that's the chapter. I'm alive guys! I finally food time to sit down and type this chapter. I missed writing but could never find the time or motivation to do it. But I'm back now, and it's going to be easier to brainstorm since I'm in school now. I've decided that weekly updates will be good for me and my mental health when it comes to uploading. I'll try to get another chapter out next Saturday, but until then, byeee

~Ash