𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 pen vigorously hit the worn-down table in rhythmic threes; your attention elsewhere other than the teacher by the board. The same old routine failed to engage you. It's been what? 12 years of this shit?
"Please make sure you take a look at the book to ensure that you are getting the answers correct." You breathed heavily and sat back in your seat.
There was no service, and the work was simple enough for you to finish it early. You would've talked to your friends, but they didn't have the same block as you. Frustration nearly dispersed in your head as you rolled your eyes and continued tapping.
"Maybe trash boy over here knows.."
The comment caught your attention causing your hand to completely stop its movement. Turning your head slightly towards your left, you gave a look to the boy that stared the other boy down like he was below him.
"Since when did people think it's cool to insult others?" Your tone was laced with nothing nice.
"Why do you always get in people's business as if you care? If your friends were here, you wouldn't even give him a glance."
"I wouldn't give a fuck if my favorite celebrity was here, I'll still have the common decency to call your ass out." The deathly grip you held on the pen engraved a line in your skin, reddening in the process.
The boy opened his mouth to say something else but the teacher beat him to it.
"Kalin. Don't cause trouble in the beginning of second semester. You've come this far, just hold on a bit longer." The teacher glared in Kalin's direction which resulted in him glaring at you with cold hazel eyes.
"Sucks to suck, bitch." You smiled as he turned around, bringing his attention back to his friends.
It was silent around you then. Your focus shifted towards the boy with his hood slightly falling off his head. You would be a fool if you didn't notice that he didn't have the best appearance. His clothes were ragged and had holes in them due to so much use.
Furrowing your brows, you sat up straight in your chair and turned to his direction.
"Hey, my name is Avery."
Crickets.
"Are you new? I've never seen you around before.."
"As if you would notice." His voice was gruff as if he hadn't spoke in hours, and he slouched in his seat more.
"Oh come on, stop putting me up to some stereotype that you hear from assholes like him. I just want to say sorry on his behalf. This school has enough of people like him."
He didn't reply. Instead, he pulled his hood all the way up and laid his head down on the table.
"Nice talk." You huffed and slouched in your seat too.
Out of all 3 and a half years of high school, you've never actually had someone not want to be bothered with you.
You didn't like it.
The next couple of days, you got absolutely no where in progress. He wouldn't even acknowledge you, and you were pretty sure he wouldn't even glance your way if you were choking towards your death.
If I'm going to be in this class by myself, I'm going to find at least one decent person to talk to.
"Are you seriously going to ignore me the whole semester? You got to give me something dude. It's been 4 days." You crossed your arms and stared him down.
You did notice he was wearing the same clothes for the past two days, but you didn't comment on it. He wouldn't show his face, not enough for you to genuinely get a grasp of how he looked. But from his physique, he was tall, and he held a good posture to himself.
