What Matters Most (H.S Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6- Pencil Boy

Ryder's Point of View:

Monday:

I walked into third period, taking my seat next to some kid with jet black hair and chestnut eyes. This kid was hot, and when I say hot. I mean drop dead gorgeous, face carved by fucking angels hot. I never talked to him though, he would just sit next to me quietly doing his work.

Despite his bad ass look he surprisingly did his work and recieved positive grades in doing so. I didn't really care to talk to anyone, most people just saw me as some troubled bitch with no friends. Which is partly true, I guess.

Mrs. Jacks, my AP enviromental science teacher handed out our work for today so I went into my back pack for a pencil, but failing miserably on my search. I sighed.

Fuck it, I just won't do my work today.

But then I got the crazy idea to just ask someone for a pencil. I whispered to the boy next to me.

"Hey kid." No reply,"Hey you." I whispered a little louder, still no reply,"Yo..." This mother fucking obnoxious prick, I thought to myself,"Hey dipshit." I said loud enough for the people around to stare.

"What do you want." He growled angrily.

"Do you have a pencil?"

"Do I look like a fucking school store?" I noticed yet again a distinct British accent in his tone.

"Hey no need to fucking swear, I just need a pencil."

"Fuck off." He spits.

Damn, this kid needs one hell of an attitude adjustment. Who the hell does he thinks he is, I was asking for a pencil. A fucking pencil and this little prick has to act as if I just stabbed his mom five billion times. I put my hands up in surrender.

"Woah using some fancy words aren't we now?"

If looks could kill, I would be dead right now.

"I said fuck the hell off." He seethes.

I laugh a little. If he wants to act all badass he should at least try to be more intimidating. He stares me down but I don't let up, staring back into his dark sockets.

"You're not scaring me." I state blankly.

"Likewise." He growls and turns away from me.

* * * * * *

I happily walked out of my last period, immediatly spotting Harry leaning against the lockers chatting up Isabella. How charming, I think to myself. I quickly walk past the pair of them secretly praying Harry won't notice me. But if fate would have it I hear my name being called and Harry appears next to me. He smiles.

"Hey." I don't reply,"So my soccer team is having a get together at my house tonight, you should come."

"And what makes you think I want to go?"

"Come on you missed the party, so can you please do me the honor and go." He steps infront of me grabbing my shoulders and looking deeply into my eyes, stopping me in the middle of the hallway. I wonder if he does this a lot. You know invite random girls everywhere, it's weird if you ask me and frankly I thought I made it pretty clear I wanted nothing to do with him.

He was annoying.

You know that annoying feeling you get when you miss a spot shaving or when your nail gets fucked up and you get those little hang nails, and how much pain stubbing your pinky toe can be exerted by such a small limb. Yeah, Harry topped all of those... combined. At some points I wanted to punch him and then other times I felt like I wanted to punch him even harder... in the throat... a gagillion times.