With a backpack slung over my shoulder and a heavy textbook in my arm, I walked to my first class; History. As usual, I was the first one in the classroom. I didn’t have a reason to hang around in the hallways as most people do in between classes; they talked to their friends or their certain someones, I had neither.
I wasn’t completely friendless though; I had a few acquaintances that liked to keep me company during lunch on occassion, but I wouldn’t call them my friends. I mean, we never hung out outside of school, I didn’t even have their phone numbers. I wasn’t unhappy though, I liked living in solitude.
I sat at the back of the class. This was one of the perks of coming to class early, I get to choose which seat I want. Mrs. Doe, the teacher, looked up at me and smiled. I was fond of her, and she liked me because I didn’t cause trouble in her class and passed assignments and papers on time. I smiled back and muttered a ‘goodmorning’ to be polite.
It’s been only a week since school started, and the classes were already kinda boring. That’s saying something coming from me, who’s the most boring person on this planet, at least that’s what my brother says. I don’t think I’m boring though, people only think that because they don’t get to know me.
Or I don’t let them get to know me.
Soon after, people started filling up the room, seeing as the bell already rang. Mrs. Doe started her discussion about the Cold war, I sat up straight and took out my notebook to, obviously, take notes. As most people zoned out or passed notes to each other, I actually listened to what the teacher was saying, because I, unlike most people, give a damn about my grades.
See, I’m not exactly a straight-A nerd, but I keep good grades. I mean, I have no social life so what better to do than study, right? It’s not that I’m complaining, I actually like studying and learning new things, even if they’re boring. I’m weird like that.
About ten minutes into the discussion, the door swung open and in walked a boy, flushed and has obviously been running. It wasn’t much of a surprise since people came in late all the time during first period.
But this boy, I haven’t seen him before.
He apologized to Mrs. Doe, explaining that he was a new student and got lost. I stared at him as he pushed the damp hair out of his eyes.
Damn, he was beautiful
