A/N: Yeah...hi. :) Anyways, enjoy the chapter! (I also wrote out an updating schedule to keep to...go me!)
"Skylar, hurry up!" His dad, Gerry, calls from downstairs.
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying." Skylar says, grabbing his black leather back from his bed, rushing down the stairs.
"Ready for school?" Felix, his other dad, asks as they get into the car, Skylar nibbling on a partially eaten bannana from the backseat, while scrolling through his text messages on his phone. His best friend, Marcy, from his old school, had sent him a message telling him good luck. The family had moved to Lima, Ohio, only fifteen minutes away from Gerry's parents when they found out, the hard way, about Skylar's problems at school.
"Skylar, do you have your report on World War II?" Mrs. Kale asks him from her desk, as she finishes grading papers.
"Yes, ma'am." Skylar answers, pulling out his folder and thumbing through the papers, until he finds his report.
"Please bring it to me, so I can grade it." Mrs. Kale says, glancing up as Skylar gets up from his desk, walking forward with the paper in his hand slowly.
Skylar stops for a minute, rubbing his temple, while gripping the desk with his other hand. The room began to spin, his eyes clouding up with black dots.
"Skylar, are you okay?" Mrs. Kale asks, beginning to stand up.
"I-I'm just fine, Mrs. Kale. I think I just got up too fast." Skylar replies, trying to make the black dots disappear.
"Okay, then. Just bring it to me." Mrs. Kale replies, sitting back down and continuing to work on papers.
Skylar could feel his classmates eyes burning holes in his back and sides, as he took another step towards the teacher's desk.
He shifted his balance, beginning to attempt to walk again, when the room spun quicker than before, Skylar collapsing into a heap right in front of the teacher's desk.
"Skylar!" He hears, snapping out of his too realistic flashback. He glances out the window, looking to his new school. He'd already been here a day, but it still all seemed new. It hadn't been a week, but he wished he could go home. He sees jocks laughing and tossing a football around, the cheerleaders making a pyramid by the football field, and most of the nerds have glasses on with a books and papers, walking in the building with their head down.
"Yeah?" Skylar asks, finally flashing his eyes back to the front of the car to see his dads staring at him.
"If you don't feel well, or if you need us, just call. We'll have our phones nearbye." Felix says.
"Y-Yeah, of course. I'll talk to you later." Skylar says, jumping out of the car to avoid further questioning. He walks towards the building trying to make it in the school without someone hitting him, or worse.
He opens the large door, entering the building. He walks down the hallway towards his locker, before placing the combination lock in the lock and opening it. He grabs several books, walking to his History class, taking an empty seat near the middle of the classroom.
"Hello." he hears from beside him. He looks over to see a girl dressed in a Cheerio's uniform, perched in the desk beside his.
Skylar is dressed up in nicely fitted jeans, a white dress shirt, and black vest, with a bow-tie to dress it all up. His hair is styled, but still hangs over one of his eyes, him brushing the stray piece of hair away.
"Hi." he simple replies, taking out a piece of paper to begin jotting down the notes from the board, listing the date, and assignments for the first week.
The cheerleader looks back at him, stunned he won't carry on a conversation with her, or excited with his accent. She crosses one of her legs over the either, and rests her head on one of her hands.
"So, you must be new. I haven't seen you around much." The cheerleader replies.
"Y-Yeah, moved here from Doncaster." he replies, brushing off the girls obvious advances.
"Oh, that's where Louis from One Direction lives." the Cheerio exclaims, almost jumping out of her seat. "Have you ever met him? What's he like? I-"
"No! I haven't met Louis, although I wish I could. I love One Direction; they're kinda like my guilty pleasure." Skylar laughs.
"Ah, me too! I love their song One Thing. It's my jam." she replies, smiling. "So, how about I get your number, and you take me to Breadstix this Friday?"
Oh. That's what she wanted. That's why she was being so nice to him.
"Oh.." Skylar begins. "That's a wonderful offer; it truly is. I just.." Skylar starts.
"Are you turning me down?" The cheerleader near shrieks.
"I don't play for your team. Okay?" Skylar says, turning away with a huff, before the teacher walks in and he finishes copying down all the notes.
The cheerleader looks confused, and astounded. She turns around, keeping her nose buried in her book for the rest of class, and rushing out the door when the bell rings.
Skylar sighs, knowing this might be a long day.
A/N: I know that was kinda an abrupt ending, but I've been working on this to not get it posted. I'm literally days behind on assignments for school, but I know I needed to update, so here you go! Hope you enjoy!