(11 months ago.) Lindsay
"Who is that?" I asked Mary. I pointed to the new kid that was shoving his stuff into his new locker.
"Damian?" she asked pointing at the same boy.
"Yeah, him. Is he new here? I mean I'm still semi new but I've never seen him." I was skeptical. He wore a grey brownish hoodie and his hair was styled up a bit.
"No not really. He dropped out last year, and I guess he came back. It's pointless really. All he did was shove people and was just absolutely rude and start fights. I won't be surprised if he gets kicked out and doesn't graduate, like he was supposed to last year." she sounded disgusted.
"You really don't like him do you?" I laughed at her description.
I don't care for his existence" she just smiled.
"I'm going to talk to him." I grinned.
"No Linds, don't do that!" she said with wide eyes. "Just stay with me, you'll be fine."
"Oh my god Mary, I'll be fine, calm down." I laughed again. "Want to come with?" I winked.
"No I'm good." she groaned. "I'll get to class early because my friend is ditching me for a loser."
"Hey I'll be back and ill meet you in class! I'm just curious." but she just waved back and jokingly stuck out her middle finger.
I walked down the hallway to meet this apparent bad boy that Mary had portrayed but he didn't seem like it. He looked normal. His features weren't bad looking either, and the closer I got the taller he seemed.
"Hey." I simply smiled.
"Can I help you?" even if it came off slightly rude, I noticed his foreign accent. "To inform you, pointing at people is quite rude."
"Well so is how you responded but I think I can get past that."
"Again, can I help you?" he slammed his locker and turned around. "I've never see you before, you new here?"
"Um n-no, I've been here since the last two months of last year. I thought you were new."
"No I'm far from it. Now, I would like to go to my next class without someone in my way." he grabbed my waist and moved me to the side and continued walking.
What the hell was that?! I felt a bit violated just from him touching me like that!
Calm down Lindsay, it's a big school. I should've taken Mary's advice. I shouldn't have to worry about seeing him though.
(Next class.)
I walked into my English class and found my seat next to Mary.
"Well you were right. What a dick." I laughed.
"Dude I freaking told you so, why do you not listen to me!" she laughed at me. "Well it had to be a lesson well learned."
"Yeah I guess. It could've been worse, he could've shoved me in the locker." I smiled down at my English syllybus while I was reviewing it.
"You mean he didn't shove you into the locker?" she acted shocked.
"Shut up." I smiled and we carried on with our English class.
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I just don't the whole concept of geometry and why we will need it in life." Shelby complained.
"Dude, I know." Mary agreed. "Who cares what the circumference of the square blah blah blah is."
"You guys complain too much." I said as I walked into the cafeteria. "Math isn't that hard."
"Easy for you to say. You have straight a's miss perfect." Shelby nudged my arm.
"Yeah I guess that's true. Not everybody could be good at certain things." I walked towards the line that seemed to go on forever but moved quickly. "Have you guys ever,"
Boom, I walked into somebody. Seemed like more damage to me than anybody else, because a giant oof came out of my mouth.
"Well that was rude." I heard that same Irish accent. "You should really look where you're going."
"Yeah I'll take your advice next time." I said sarcastically, rubbing the side of my face.
"Maybe it's because you're so short." some blonde guy whose name I don't remember said.
"Hey I'm not that short. You guys are just freakishly tall."
"So then you must have terrible eyesight and get glasses if you really couldn't see us." I think Damian said.
"Oh bite me." I rolled my eyes.
"Rolling your eyes won't fix them. You know what glasses are? They go over your eyes and help you see." he was so sarcastic.
"You're quite the dick aren't you?"
"That's so original, sweetheart. I've heard it all." he just looks down at me and I wish I listened to Mary.
"Yeah, alright loser."
"Loser, huh? You don't really know me so I don't think you can call me that without some reason." he folded his arms and cocked his head.
"Well maybe if you weren't such a jerk who thought he was such a badass maybe you wouldn't have dropped out and you would've graduated." at this point he got close to my face but he didn't have much emotion.
"As far as I knew, you weren't even here when I left. So you don't know shit." his accent seemed even thicker. But he just turned around and got his food. I was so absorbed into our small argument, I don't think I would even call it that that I didn't realize that the line was moving.
"Well shit, Linds. Don't get on his hit list too quick." Shelby joked with me.
"Sorry, I can't help it." I laughed off the situation. "Seriously though, what's his problem? I only tried to be nice this morning, I didn't do anything rude. Then he just grabs me and moves me aside."
"Wait he actually touched you? Where?!" Mary freaked.
"Um yeah." I raised my eyebrow. "Why?"
"How did he do it? Was it rough?" Shelby interjected before Mary could even get a word out.
"No it wasn't rough, he just grabbed my waist and moved me aside and walked on with his life." I said like it was nothing. Apparently compared to the feelings in their faces, it wasn't nothing.
"Dude. He didn't shove you, wasn't rude, and he gently did it by grabbing your waist?" Shelby was shocked. "Just don't go across him anymore and you will be okay." he smiled and patted me on the shoulder.
I don't see why it is that much of a big deal, but alright guys! I'm perfectly fine and I think I'm still breathing."
(Later)
I walked through the front door, nobody being home yet, which felt slightly amazing. I'm an only child, so I don't get to experience the whole annoying sibling thing.
And I am also adopted. But I have amazing parents that actually want me. I have been given so much and I am going to be a successful person. I already know what I want to do and I want to be a Broadway star. Not exactly something easy to do and most people would not take it very seriously, but then again I have amazing parents who support me.
I patiently sat on my bed contemplating what to do until I got bored and pulled out my phone. I'm not a constant poster but I am a constant Facebook checker. I'm just always using it but I barely ever post things. I decided to kind of Facebook stalk the rude Damian that I had met today. Sounds stupid I know and I often find myself doing it without even trying. The thing is I don't know his last name. I know I could probably type it in and guess by the profile picture and I have a small chance.
Luckily I found someone with the name and a few mutual friends. And I was in luck today! I'm pretty damn nosy.
First status I read; "how obnoxious." time 1:08 pm, today.
I hope he was finally noticing his attitude, but I decided to look through the comments.
Cameron Mitchell; all girls are obnoxious. It's just how it is.
That was the only comment. Cameron that was his name! He was the blonde kid with Damian. I don't know if I should feel like he backed me up or if he was also being rude. I mean if the status was about me, most likely was though, no doubt about it.
This was mostly a first filler thing and I didn't want to make it short like the last one but I hope it will keep whoever is reason this occupied! Haha. I feel like this last part was terrible but I'm getting at it!
