Adam's POV:
The guy who thought it was hilarious to steal my hat was apparently named KC Guthrie. He seemed like quite the treasure. I couldn't wait to be spending the rest of my school year with him. (For those who don't know, that was sarcasm). Thankfully he's a year younger than me, so I won't have to deal with him too much, but he is in my gym class. He so kindly introduced himself to me, as he slapped me on the back of my head.
The girl however, I'm not so lucky with. Turns out I'll be spending the rest of my junior year with Bianca DeSousa, great. Thankfully, Drew didn't notice the whole scene in the hall, or else he'd make a huge deal over nothing. I don't want to fit in; I just don't want to be noticed. And having your stepbrother blow up on kids for a little teasing wouldn't exactly make me fall into the shadows like I planned.
I wasn't thrilled with my new classmates, but there were people who weren't totally cruel. A dark haired boy named Eli shared all the same academic classes with me, and he seemed like he wasn't too keen on being the center of attention, either. Most of the other kids knew him as Bianca's number two target (I was bestowed the honor to be her number one priority, fantastic.) Luckily, she didn't do anything awful during classes, and I made sure to sit far away from her just in case.
My strategy worked out pretty well, until it came time for eighth period media immersion with Mrs. Oh. I had gotten there late, since KC decided he felt it had been too long since he tripped someone in the past hour. Both Eli and I, who had been held up by Bianca, were stuck sitting next to her in a small clump at the farthest point back in the room. When Bianca noticed the new seating arrangement, she smirked with satisfaction.
When the school bell rang, I was the first one to jump out of my seat. Finally it was over, the day seemed to drag on forever. Drew was waiting for me at my locker; a smile was plastered on his face just like when we had first gotten to school.
"Get yourself into any trouble yet?" He tried to lock eyes with me, but I quickly turned away. "Don't tell me…" He frowned at my reaction. I was terrible at hiding my emotions, and pretty soon tears started to well up in my eyes. I darted out the school, and ran straight home, not taking time to breathe or think or do anything. I hated to run, but I hated crying in front of the whole school more.
Drew was trailing behind me, having no problem keeping up, but I could tell he was worried. When we finally got into the house, I told him about two kids (not revealing their names) stealing my hat. Drew still looked both worried and concerned. He knew there was something to the story I wasn't telling him. But I knew if I told him, then that would make it true.
"The kids… KC and Bianca… they know about me." I started bursting into uncontrollable sobs, because I knew this year was going to be no different than the many years before this.