Chapter 2 Adjustment is always hard

Randy;

I left the office as fast as I could, the talking and whispers just wouldn't stop. No one cared for the truth, they just wanted the gossip to make them feel better about their own pathetic lives, I walked through the corrider to my first class which happened to be Maths, the whispers kept coming along with the stares, at least that Michales chick had the decency not to mix her words, she wasn't about to hide the fact that my pain made her happy. Not that I expected her to hide it, I wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world to her, or her sisters. I waited outside the room for the class to open, before the summer scandal, I would've been hanging out with my friends until I was late for class, but since then I've discovered the awful truth, none of them were real friends, they were paper friends, because as soon as they heard the scandal, I was dropped. Dad suggested that I change schools, or at least wait a while before going back, but I declined, I can't hide forever. There was only one of my friends that stuck by me, I would've been more surprised if he hadn't. John Cena, was my best friend, and now I guess he was my only friend, that was ok, I'd been through worse, maybe this was a good chance to make new friends and bury the hatchet, I didn't see that happening, I had been a right asshole. I lent against the wall as other members of the class started to arrive, as soon as they saw me, they started talking and staring.

"Hi Ran-dy!" Barbie glowed at me, she was my girlfriend before the scandal, as soon as she heard she dumped me, instead of support like a good girlfriend, she left me to drown. I got over it faster than I thought, according to the old-man, if it was real love I would of been more hurt.

"What do you want Barbie?" I growled, I just wanted her the hell away from me, out of the corner of my eye I noticed one of the Michales twins join the line, I had no idea which one it was, like most of the student and teacher population, I couldn't tell them apart. I guess that was the look they were aiming for.

"How old was that girl they found in your Dad's bed? Like thirteen?"

Her best friend Eve, who kinda resembled a man let out a harsh giggle before putting Barbie's attention to someone else, the mystery Michales twin. "Look its Morticia Addams!"

I guess Morticia would be the closest comparison, she couldn't exactly be a pin up for Barbie. She pulled out her ear phones and looked to Barbie utterly bored, I will say this for the Michales clan, the whole scandal that surrounded them, made them stronger, they didn't let it weigh them down, maybe it could be the same for me.

"Did you want somethin?"

"Yeah, you realise its not Halloween right?" Barbie glowed, her blue eyes casting over her all black attire.

"Well then take off your horse mask"

"Alright, class is open, come in and take a seat" Mr Long opened the class before Barbie could say anything else to her. Shame really, I was looking forward to Raven or Iziah punching Barbie right in the face. Everyone took a seat, usually someone would of saved me a seat, or moved so I got one, but today no one cared where I sat. Sadly by the time everyone was seated, there was only one seat left and it was right next to the Michales chick, I could only hope it wasn't Iziah, she had a rep for stabbing people with pens, pencils, a compass, anything she could find really. She didn't say a word as I took a seat next to her, but I could feel the ice project off her veins, she wanted me next to her about as much as I wanted the black plague, although that could work in my favour. I wanted to ask which one she was, simply because I didn't want to get the wrong twin if I had to talk to her. I didn't have a chance to say anything to her, which could of been a good thing. Mr Long started the class by introducing us to Math 101, he appointed Melina Perez to hand out books, I think other than the Michales chick next to me, Melina was the only girl in the class that wasn't whispering about me, being a known lesbian made her a target as much as I was right now. She handed Barbie a book, Barbie thanked her with a "Thanks dyke, stop staring at my tits, I ain't a rug muncher" Melina merely smiled at her, but I saw the look in her brown eyes, she was trying so hard not to react because its what Barbie wanted. When she handed one to me, she didn't say anything, possibly not knowing what she was meant to say.

"Thanks Melina"

Melina smiled softly at the twin next to me as she took the blue book, her black fingernails colliding with the cover. When Melina was done with the books we were told to open them up and start working on page two, we were allowed to talk to the person next door if we had trouble, I didn't see it happening with me though, if there was one thing I knew straight off the bat, it didn't matter which twin it was, she hated me and she wasn't about to help me with anything, she wouldn't help me if my ass was on fire let alone with maths, as of now, I was on my own. Shuffling through my bag I finally located a pen, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, at least I could concentrate on my studies, they weren't exactly the best and I would need better grades if I wanted to get out of this stupid town. Everything was changing and shifting so fast that I needed to keep up, I had to deal with certain facts of life now, I was the black sheep, friends had dropped me faster than flies in summer, grades were barely keeping me a-float, money no longer got me through life because since the scandal, we had none left. Rep's had been shattered and now just to make it a little bit worse, my one and only pen had now run out of ink. I shook it violently, tying to make it work, the desk next to me vibrated making the twin look up and peirce me with those silver eyes, she didn't say anything but the venom was there. I went back to my page trying to make my pen work, it was too late it was gone just like my status with being number one. I tossed it towards the bin, the metal making a metallic ding. I pulled my bag up and searched through it again, hoping that I had another pen. I looked through it twice before admitting that I didn't have one. I let a glance cast over at my 'partner' Her fluffy black pencil case was open and I could see she had a numerous amount of pencils, I didn't want to ask her but I had no choice. Gaining the courage, I opened my mouth.

"May I borrow a pencil?"
Her whole body stopped moving, for a moment she was frozen. Slowly, almost robotic, she turned her head and looked at me. Silver was hard to read, I couldn't tell if she was happy or angry or scared that I had talked to her. Her fixed glare stayed on me, I wasn't sure if she had heard me so I asked again.

"May I borrow a pencil please?"

She kept staring at me, now I knew that look in her eyes, angry cold ice at its best. Saving me from asking a third time, she pulled a pencil out of the case and clenched it tightly. She clenched it so tight I thought that she was gonna start stabbing me with it. Instead she opened her hand and offered it to me, just as I reached for it, she opened her palm and let the pencil clatter and roll on the floor.

"Fetch doggy" She spat at me before turning away and putting her earphones back on. I deserved that, I pushed back my chair and lumbered to the stray pencil, sadly the new king, Punk (he looked like a reject from a punk band hence the nickname) picked it up.

"Hey! Let go of my pencil, or gonna stab your eyeball out your skull with my compass" She growled making his fingers slip, I don't think he was afraid of her but like me, he knew that she would do it, she'd done it before so why would this be different. I went back to my seat and started work, when I said I deserved it I meant it. A few years ago, when she was re-adjusting to being back at school, she sat next to me because there were no other seats, this was when my 'torture' was merely name calling, she shook slightly with nerves and fear. I remember every painful detail which wasn't a blessing. She shuffled in her bag for ten whole minutes trying to will the truth away, when it dawned on her that no matter how hard she looked, a pen wasn't coming. She kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, hoping I would say something. I didn't. Finally grasping the courage, she asked me so softly if she could borrow a pencil. I pulled one out, I was about to hand it to her, but Barbie glanced at me with those eyes, egging me on to hurt her, I was a coward, coward and insecure because instead of making up my own mind and doing the right thing, I gave into her stupid peer pressure. I let it roll out of my hand as she reached for it,

"Fetch doggy" I sneered at her, her slender face tinting red. It only got worse from there. She turned back to her book, motionless like a statue, Punk (who I actually considered a friend) laughed and picked up the pencil. Flicking it lazily, it sailed through the air and hit her in the ear, it could of been the sharpness or his arm, but the lead tip hit her and made a small puncture, blood oozed from her ear and dribbled down to her shoulder. Still she sat there and did nothing but I saw two things in her silver eyes, anger and sadness, she wanted to punch both of us but she was trying not to cry. I let another glance slip her way, it didn't make me feel any better now that I figured out which one she was, because it only reminded me that she was the only one I didn't want to hurt, but stupidity made me hurt her repeatedly, and I didn't think there was anything I could do or say that would ever make Raven Michales forgive me. Not that I blamed her, I hadn't forgive myself.

A/N So what do you think? Should I go on?