The New Boy

Chapter one: part two

After about forty-five minutes of walking, I arrive at my school. I walk with my head down and I keep my hood up. I feel as if everyone is staring at me, which I know is true. I lean against the wall right next to the door.

I take out my phone and check through my Instagram. I'm Instagram famous, with my 987.4k followers. I don't know if people from school are on it, but I know that if someone gives me hate on my page, the people who read my comments will always stand up for me, I love that. I read through the thousands of comments. Some asking for shoutouts, some giving my compliments, and some people dying for me to notice them. I'm tagged in hundreds of photos. I smile and like some photos.

"You're really popular." I hear an unfamiliar voice say and I look up at the boy standing next to me. He doesn't look like anyone who has picked on me.

The first thing I notice about him is his piercing blue eyes. His dark hair makes his eyes stand out more. He has long hair that almost reaches to his shoulders and his bangs fall in his eyes so he lightly flips his hair away. He is wearing a dark red v-neck, showing his collar bones. He has muscular arms and he is wearing a few bead and yarn brackets on his arm.

"Just online. Other than that, I'm pretty lame as I'm sure you know." I say back and he shakes his head.

"This is my first day," he says and I sigh.

"Then you probably don't want to talk to me, I'm no-" I start to say and I get interrupted by a loud laughter.

"New kid, I like you so I'm going to save you the embarrassment and tell you not to talk to her," Brady says and the boy looks down at me and I look down at my phone. I watch as Brady grabs his arm, tugging him over to their group. Once his is fully standing up, I see how tall he is. He looks about 5'11 or 6ft. which is about a foot taller than me.

I can see the new guy glance over at me and I try not to make it obvious that I'm looking back. He gives me a light smile and I smile back but quickly look down at my phone.

The bell rings and everyone rushes inside at once. I stay in the corner until most people are inside. I follow slowly behind everyone, keeping in my headphones. I go to my locker and it's coated with pencil markings and writing. I try to open my locker and I fail several times. I hit it with the back of my fist.

"Dammit." I say loudly. I try one more time and it still doesn't open. I give up and walk to my class. I walk to my algebra class and sit in the back corner like always.

I keep my hood up and my earbuds in. I lightly tap on my desk, knowing that it won't bug anyone since no one will sit near because the fear of being seen with me is a social suicide. I'm as low as they go.

I used to be semi-popular. I don't know what happened honestly. I came back from summer break for high school, 9th grade, and everything went down from there. Everyone got into clicks over the summer and I didn't, I became the target.

I feel someone lightly touch my shoulder and I look up, the teacher is standing right in front of me. I take out an earbud and look at her.

"You need to take your hood off and headphones out." she says and I hear snickering behind her. I sigh and she walks away, her high heals making a loud clicking noise as she walks away. I take out my headphones out and set my phone in my lap, ignoring the whispers around me. I put my hood down and brush my hair down with my hand.

The teacher, Mrs. Smith, starts talking. I actually listen for once, knowing I'm almost at a D- in this class.

She is interrupted by a knock on the door, I look at the door and see the new boy walk in.

"This is Jackson." Mrs. Smith says and steps back so he can step forward. He lets the door shut and the class grows quiet. Girls whisper to each other and he looks at me, we make eye contact for a second and I change my view over to the teacher. He laughs a little. "Sit wherever you want Jackson." she says and she lightly smiles at us.

"Actually it's Jake." he says and walks toward the back, sitting next to me. There are three seats in the back, I'm in the corner and there are three next to me, empty of corse. He throws his stuff next to his seat. Brady looks back at him in amazement. Mrs. Smith starts to talk again and everyone turns towards her and takes notes.

"Hey." he says quietly to me and he glances at me. He rummages through his book bag and pulls out a binder, paper, and a pencil.

"You don't have to do this you know." I whisper back and he looks at me.

"Do what?" he asks and I grab a led pencil out of my book bag. I quickly write down what I hear her say.

"Talk to me, I won't mind if you don't, I'm used to it." I say and he laughs a little, shaking his head.

"I want to." he says and I'm in a little bit of shock that he actually wants to, although I don't fully believe it.

"Are you sure you're not just fucking with me?" I ask and put down my pencil as she changes topic by telling a story about her kids.

"I swear." he says and I look at him. I nod and lightly bounce my left leg. I wait for this class to be over. Jake looks back at the front and I look at him.