Mad World, Ch. 2
The Warning Bell rang just as a dark haired lanky boy stepped foot into the lobby of McKinley. This school was nothing compared to his last one. The school he had left was probably the size of a small college campus. This high school was one main hallways with a couple cut-aways. That was it. He could tell he wasn't going to like it here in the least.
The elderly woman at the front desk gave a cough signalling that she was getting annoyed with his day dreaming, "Name?" She asked in a grouchy tone which gave him the impression he had been standing there for quite some time.
"McGinty."
"Fill out these papers, then we'll get somebody from your homeroom to escort you down." The woman went rummaging through a stack of folders, then pulled out the thickest one handing it to him. She set it on the small desk that separated them, and he took it and the pencil beside it, gawking at the size.
He went through the motions of answering the same questions a hundred different times; home country, date of birth, birth mother and father, emergency contacts, age. It took almost all of first period to finish the paper work.
After filing away the papers, the secretary called down to his home room, Spanish with Schuester, and requested that somebody come to show him to his class. Even through all this mayhem, he was sure he could have found the classroom on his own.
The girl who came to escort him however, was possibly one of the most attractive creatures he had ever laid eyes on. There she stood; blond hair, blue eyes, perfect body and posture. He didn't typically go for girls like her. In his case it was the darker the better. This girl was just...stunning.
"Uhhhh...hey." she said in a spacey tone.
"Hi!" he jarred a bit too loudly, jumping out of his seat to hold his hand out in greeting. She just stared at his hand blankly, "Right." he groaned, dropping his was one of those higher than high bitches his friends back home had warned him about.
Half way through their short trip to home room, as soon as they were out of ear shot of the office secretary, the girl tried to make an attempt at conversation, "I'm Brittney."
"Damian." he said in a shy tone, averting from eye contact.
"No, I said Brittney."
"Technically you said, 'I'm Brittney'."
"No, I'm Brittney." there they froze in the middle of the hallway, Brittney practically staring a hole straight through Damian.
Damian nodded and gave her a tiny smile. He got it now; she wasn't bitchy. She was just stupid, "Hi, Brittney. I'm Damian, the exchange student."
"Who were you exchanged for?" she asked, her voice suddenly becoming sympathetic.
He just stood there staring at her beautiful features. They were concerned. About him. After a moment of admiration, he realized that she was waiting for a response, "You know what, never mind." he put a hand on her shoulder, "All you need to know is that, I am new." Brittney nodded in an understanding way, her features lightening quickly.
"Well, since you're new, you should know that you are the only guy in this school I haven't had a relationship with, and a perfect record would really mean a lot to me." That sent Damian reeling into utter shock. Both the fact that she was so blunt and the fact that that was how she decided to start their first conversation they'd ever had, "Well, this is it." she began, not daring to remove her hand from the door knob and allow him a speedy getaway, "Let me know if you want to tap this." her smile left him in a quivering mess outside of the classroom.
Damian just stood their admiring Brittney's swagger until he heard Mr. Schuester's voice break through the sudden fog clouding his thoughts, "Mr. McGinty, pleasure to meet you."