Sorry for hold up because of time restraint and mid-term examination, so enjoy
Dyson's POV
Walked inside school, I saw everything was far different from my schools from the wall, the ceiling and the locker. I walked to my locker because it had a label read "Dyson, My Best Friend". Opened the locker, I saw ton of books and the schedule on it then a small chuckle caught in my ears as I turned around to see.
"What's up dude, how's going on?" He had a short black hair, wore a checkerboard shirt with olive drag trouser and blue sneakers. He had rubber band on his left wrist and gold ring on his middle. He had this big grin on his face whether to make me happy or digsusted.
"Do I know you?" I raised my eyebrow asking him.
"Name's Chris McLean and you must be Dyson, isn't it?" I kept raising my eyebrow but still I got a feeling that I had known him somewhere.
"So?" I continued to ask while still raising eyebrow.
"I don't want brag about anything but I got this very expensive Ford Mustang that my dad bought it last summer" I thought for a second until I realized the same Ford Mustang he mentioned that nearly ran over me earlier. I immediately grabbed his shirt by the collar and lifted him up as he let out a slight yelp and by the look on his face he was ready to shit his pant.
"So it was you that nearly got me ran over at the parking lot ealier this morning, wasn't it McLean?" I angrily yelled at him for how piss I was after I had realized he was the one nearly killing me.
"What me? Ran over you?! Look man, you got this all wrong, I'm not the one running you over and you must have mistaken someone else Ford Mustang" He worriedly answered me as sweats began pouring down his forehead, he was cleary lying to me so that he could get way unharm.
"Don't play dumb with me, McLean! Of all the people I met, you are the only one so far who stupid enough to confess right in front of my face" I furiously said as he began shaking uncontrolably.
"Looks dude, just forgive me for this once, okay? Maybe we can be friend and do friend stuffs like watching a movie, playing videogame and talking about each other but but please don't hit my beautiful and precious face" Trying to talk his way out of it but he managed to make me become as I clutched my fist and said to him before swinging my fist.
"Sorry McLean but not today you won't" I swung my fist as he cringed in fear and as I was about to hit him, the noise from the speaker caught my attention.
"Mr Dyson McJohnson. Please report to the principle office immediately. That's all" Danmit! My fist was this close to his face. He let out a sigh of relief as I pulled him close to my face.
"You got lucky this time, McLean. But if you pull a stun like that again, you will get it, get it?" He worriedly nodded as I put him down and walked to the principle office.
-5 minutes later-
I finally arrived at the principle office with some help, of course. Opening the door, I saw him relaxing on his lounge chair, holding some soft of papers.
"You wanted to see me?" He immediately turned around, put down the papers and cleared his throat.
"Ah Mr Dyson, come and sit down, please?" He motioned me to sit down on the chair in front of him.
"What do you want with me anyway?" I raised my voice as he picked up the papers on the table.
"An old friend of your sent me this 'record' of his which he had kept track of you when you were in London" An old friend of mine? Must be officer Murphy although I would't call him 'my friend'
"So?" I asked while raising my eyebrow.
"I'm astounished to see that you managed to get yourself expelled from every highschool in London" Really? He called me here just to hear him say that, really?
"Why I'm not surprised!" I faked a smile so that I could brighten up the atmosphere.
"To put it this way, he asked me to keep an eye on you and call him so that he could jail you" I dropped my mouth and shocked to hear what he just said.
"You won't do that, won't you?" I nervously asked and for once I was afraid of going to jail, the darkest and dangerous place on this planet.
"Of course I won't do that if you do something like what he had told me" My eyes widen in fear as the thought of going to jail already clouded my mind.
"Like wh-"Before I could ask, the bell rang loudly signaling the first period of the day.
"You better get going, I don't want you to miss your first class" I got up, walked out of the office and headed for my first class.
As I headed to my first class, which is Calculus, I felt sweats pouring down from my forehead and my body shaking uncontrolably. What an ass officer Murphy! Of all the things I had done in London, he decided to lock me up because I got expelled from this school! This was bullshit at first but then again this would be a perfect oppurtunity for me to change myself but for this time being only. I arrived at the class, walked in and felt unpleasant because of one thing: McLean.
"Over here dude, I saved a seat especially just for you" Already I got a goose bump just hearing him said that. I walked to my seat and sat down.
"We are going to have so much together, aren't we?" He said as he laid his hand on my shoulder. Now great, I gotta study with him until lunch break. How wonderfull it was to have Chris McLean study with me, eh?!
-Lunch Break-
Finally it was lunch time for me to eat and say goodbye to McLean. I couldn't stand him bragging about himself for whole four periods and the worst part, Brady was there just to annoy me more and yes I had to study with him too. The classes on the other hand weren't that bad, I knew it weird for me to say that but I swore I didn't feel asleep in none of those classes. What was wrong with me today?
I arrived at the cafeteria, again with some help to find this place, stepped in and looked round to see any empty table left but the place was so big and crowded that I could hardly see any left. Suddenly, someone was calling me and waving at me.
"Yo over here" I turned to my left to see a guy with raven hair in a blue checkerboard shirt unbuttoned with a white underneath it and a camo trouser. I headed to his direction to see four other people were sitting.
"Sit down, please" He politely motioned me to sit next to him.
"Name's Troy" He introduced himself as he shook my hand.
"Dyson is my name" I shook his arm back and then he began to introduced the rest of his friends.
"Dyson, this is George…" Pointing at the blond chubby guy with a whte t-shirt imprinted with the line "Keg Me" which sounded inapproriate and short trouser
"…Jarred…" A ginger-haired nerd with glasses wearing a white shirt with pocket contained a pen, a pencil and a ruler and blue jean.
"…Susan…" A brown hair girl with pink dress and a pink jacket covered it.
"…and Roxanne" And finally a black-skinned girl with black hair, wore a pink and black stripes shirt with jacket on it and a jean skirt. After that, I introduced myself to them in order.
"So are you new here?" George spoke up while munching on a chicken leg.
"Yes, I'm" I replied while taking my burger out which I bought this morning on my way to school.
"Where are you from anyway?" Susan asked while scooping oatmeal from her tray.
"From London, England" I answered before eating my burger.
"Is that the place where people wear ugly clothes on the street everyday?" Roxanne spoke up as she was drinking orange juice.
"I don't know, maybe" I grabbed another bite before Troy put his spoon down, laid his hand on my shoulder.
"Dyson, I apologize for what happened earlier this morning" I stopped eating and turned around to face him.
"Apologize for what?" I asked him while munching on my burger.
"For nearly running over you earlier this morning" Immediately, I stopped eating and swallowed it down as I put my burger.
"So wait?! You were the one driving that Ford Mustang car and nearly running me over at parking lot" He nodded as I sighed in disbelief.
"Now that's just great!" I grabbed my burger and munched on it.
"And why's exactly?" Jarred spoke up as he was holding a sandwhich
"I blamed McLean for it. Now great! I just lost my appetite" I angrily replied as I put down my burger, crossed my arms and sighed in frustration. The chubby guy George, sitting next to me, was staring at the burger and when I turned around, he was still staring at the burger until he noticed me and looked at.
"Are you going to eat that?" Of course, it was obvious enough for me to understand why.
"Sure, just take it" He handed my burger as he snatched it and swallowed it whole.
"Did you just say McLean?" Roxanne asked while I could see the angry look she had.
"Yeah, why?" I curiously asked.
"She has dated him since she was a freshman" George, Jarred, Troy and even I gasped to hear something like that.
"Don't get me started with that fame hungry, spoiled jerk, good for nothing…" As she went on and on about him as I got bored and decided not to listen to her rant but through the crowd of students, I saw her once again far away from my table. She was so beautiful that I could brag about how beautiful she was on and on. I stood up and waved at her so that I could get her attention but Troy hit my left arm hard with his elbow.
"What was that for anyway?" As I sat down and held my shoulder.
"Don't call her when Brady is around" I tilted myself to see that 'Brady' was sitting next to her.
"Why exactly?" I asked while rubbing my shoulder and who knew Troy could hit that hard.
"Because he has bullied everyone since freshman year non-stop and he wouldn't stop doing until he got bored but we haven't known when he will stop" Jarred angrily spoke up as George on the other hand was lying on the floor in a fetal position sucking his thump. If I'd had to guess, he must have been traumatized by him.
"And plus he is a two-faced jerk having sex with every girls in this school he can lay his finger on" Continued what Jarred had said. I wondered if that the reason April'd dumped him. Before I could ask, the bell rang again as I stood up from the table
"Look like that our signal. Bye guys" As I left the table, George was finally backed to normal and stood up dusting himself.
"Bye Dyson" They simultaneous said goodbye as we left our separate way.
Another class with Chris McLean and Brady again for the fifth time and I wondered if there going to be the sixth time in a row, well you never knew what would happen next.
-Art Class-
Finally, I could relax for the rest of this day without McLean or Brady. When I was little, I had always dreamed of becoming a professional tattoo artist since I was ten but my parents didn't allow me to do so. But anyway back to my story, I was sitting on one of table waiting for someone to sit near me then the 'angel' walked in.
"April over here" I waved at her to get her attention and this time it worked not like last time and motioned her to sit near me.
"I never thought to see you again. Where have you been?" She joingly asked me.
"Well let just say I was having a difficult time dealing with McLean and Brady" I replied in frustration as she padded my back.
"Don't worry Dyson, they were just having" Yeah having fun, having fun torturing me. The teacher walked in wearing a pink outfit?!
"Hello students, my name's Pikly Howlent. And I will be your art teacher for this year. Before we start, I give you 30 minutes to draw something INSPIRATIONAL, CREATIVE, IMAGINATIVE AND I WILL JUDGE FOR YOUR ORIGINALITY AND YOUR TECHNIQUE. NOW GET ON WITH IT, KITTIES!" This guy sure knew how to make all of us vomit with his flamboyance.
As he handed out papers to each of us, I immediately sketched the drawing out and worked out the colors, the shading and lighting, the contrast and of course the proportion. I finished the drawing with 20 minutes left to spare so I messed around the drawing a little bit-especially the face-after that I leaned on my back and whistled.
-5 minutes later-
As I leaned back and whistled, I looked at her-damn, why she had to be so beautiful-and her drawing. I decided to have a peek at her drawing.
"What're you looking at, Dyson" As she turned around, I immediately looked away from her and whistled.
"Can I have a look at your drawing?" She pulled out a smirk while I was still looking away. She made her way to my drawing as I quickly snatched her arm and she was kinda surprised.
"I know the old saying: curiosity can kill the cat" As I held her arm up high, she had this devilish grin on her face that I couldn't resist looking away.
"And who's the cat?" As I chuckled in laughter because of her silly question, the teacher stood up and glared at us.
"Mr Dyson and Miss April, what do you think you're doing?" Hearing him said that, I looked at her and saw she was blushing. I turned my head to see my hand was gently holding her fingers except her thump and made me blush. Wait, I had never blushed before in my entire life. As I let go of her hand, I was still blushing from earlier.
"Okay students, time's up. It's time to hand out your paper" As he took the papers from other students, he gave us the glare, took our papers and went back to his desk. I thought for sure we were going to die. As I turned around, she was still blushing as her cheeks were bright pink color.
"Mr Dyson, can you stand up?" Oh crap, I knew it this would happen. As I nervously stood up, he looked at the paper which had my signature on it.
"There's no chance of getting out of this. I'm going to die right here, right now" I thought to myself about what happened to me after this.
"I gotta hand it to you Dyson, you sure know how to pull out a beautiful drawing" Wait what?! Was I hearing that wrong? Did he just admire my drawing? Before I could ask, the bell rang once again ending the class and the school day.
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