Chapter 3

Rrriiiiiiiinnnggg! Rang the school bell signifying the end of the period and the beginning of lunch, but to John it said BORING CLASS OVER! It wasn't that the class was horrible or the teachers were bad, it was just math. It was one of the things he could do easily, even at Frederickson Academy he found it easy, and what they did today, he knew already. Students were shuffling out of the class room while the teacher brushed the black board. John was taking his time though, his schedule says that this period is his lunch, so he was in no hurry.

His morning had been alright so far. After getting his schedule and map from the office the bell had rung, so he just made his way to the classes with the map they had provided. The teachers seemed to be genuinely nice, and they didn't make him stand up in front of everyone and introduce himself to the class, so bonus. But considering he had been the last one to get to the classes, the teachers would say "ahh, you the transfer student" and "Just take an empty seat" very loudly for some reason, that everyone knew he was the "new student." 'Oh well,' he thought, making his way to the exit of the second building, 'Could have been worse.'

He hadn't made any friends yet, but he did get a weird vibe from the students around him. The girls seemed to huddle around each other and whisper, with the occasional giggle. When John turned to see what was so funny, they just continued to stare, whisper and giggle again. What was even odder, was every time the period changed and he was walking in the hallway to his next class. The overused cliché from movies and novels would happen. Different girls from the previous classes would bump into him and drop all her stuff on the floor. Now John having manners and being the gentleman obviously would help her pick up the stuff, give it back to her and the cliché conversation that we can all easily recognise, began. Every time! Hence why he was late each period and why he took his time this time. Whereas the male portion of the classes would just glare at him. Think of the glare as "Competitor! Competitor! There's a new competitor!" with a dark aurora mixed into it.

John having higher intellect than most boys his age, realized why this was happening, both the glares and the cliché moments. From what he had been told from before, was that he is a "lady's man," the looks and everything apparently. He didn't do it intentionally... 'Okay maybe a little bit,' he thought, 'but I was just being polite!' was what his conscience came too, as he exited the building from the side. Also he didn't want to be in a relationship right now. It's not like he didn't want a relationship, just not now. He's had girlfriends before, but they thought he was a bad boy type because of the "reckless and irresponsible" title he was given. But when they broke up with him for whatever reason John couldn't think of, everyone assumed it was because he was reckless and irresponsible, thus, reinforcing it even more. He needed to get accustomed and integrated into the school and its society before that happened.

"Don't Touch Me!" someone screamed. Shaking John out of his thoughts, turning his head to see where the voice came from. It came from just around the corner, behind the building. Quickly John ran quietly to see what was wrong. As he came around the corner, he saw a group of people. Three guys and a girl cornered against the wall.

"What's the matter deary?" said the leader of the group, as he moved closer.

"Stay away from me!" she yelled again, moving back.

"What do you mean?" he said, still moving closer, "You came to me remember?"

"I came to talk about our project!" she stated she moved back again, but her back hit the wall. She was scared, she was all alone and there were three of them.

"So you say." He replied, slipping his hand to her waist. Slap! 'ouch!' thought John to himself, 'That's going to leave a mark.' "You'll pay for that bitch!" he yelled raising his hand into a fist. She quickly shut her eyes bracing for impact.

Thump Nothing, she opened her eyes to see a young guy holding back the guy's fist in his hand.

"The lady said no." Said John, the guy stumbles back as did the others, wondering where and how did this guy show up? John saw someone where he originally was, but he heard someone running. Turning around he saw the girl taking the first chance to run. 'You're welcome.' he thought, quickly turning his attention back to them, they were chuckling for some reason.

"So," the leader started, "Thought you could play hero? Huh?" The other two started to move forward, John noticed the person staring was no longer there.

"So, three against one, huh?" John replied. He wasn't scared, true he went to a private school, but he still had his fair share of fights. Though he might have been titled reckless and irresponsible, his father's security guards thought otherwise. Let's just say he picked up a few things.

The leader lunged forward, throwing a punch. John quickly side stepped grabbed the guys arm, pulling it down and under, sending him up, over and down to the ground. The leader groaned in pain, disoriented from the fall. 'One down, two to go.' thought John, as he looked back to the two followers. They looked confused, their faces saying "He took him down in one move! Who is he?" The one to the left took a chance. Coming at John like the leader did. This time John moved to right sticking his foot out, causing the follower to trip and fall straight to the ground. Face first. John turned his attention back to the last one. This one, not wanting to see the ground so close, instead chose to run for it.

Just as he was about to disappeared behind the wall, a pair of arms grabbed him. Pushing him back, revealing a group of teachers that had apparently come to see what the ruckus was about, with their arms across their chest. By the looks on their faces, they weren't too happy. John looked back at the two guys that attacked him, they were still on the ground. 'So much for making a good impression' had crossed his mind. The sound of a foot tapping on the ground caught John's ear, causing him to slowly face them. 'crap.'