Skinny Love

Chapter 9

Monday I started at my new school. Public school. 

It was extremely different from my private school, but also the same. Suprizingly the people were nicer here, well nicer than the snobs at my old school. Since starting so late I got the worst locker possible, it was at the other end of the school from my classes. I made note to only go there if absolutely needed. The school itself just looked different, more public I guess. More freedom.  I barely had anytime to get used to the place before I had to find the room we were taking our 'Biggest test of your life' as they called it. 

The day was not going well for me, and by the time we broke for lunch I had a massive headache and felt ridiculously sick, mainly from the smell of the awful food they served.  I was sitting against the wall outside the cafeteria unable to will myself to go for a walk being afraid I might just puke everywhere. But it felt nice outside no more cold, it was like spring wanted to come early even though it was only January. I hoped the pills would kick in soon so I could continue testing without embarrassing myself.  Around the corner two people were debating what to get for lunch, as they walked closer they noticed me and stopped. I had my eyes closed and my head thrown back. 

"Ah, how is it being the new girl in a public school?" I heard a male voice ask, I opened my eyes. There in front of me stood a girl in all dark  clothes, with black hair and a tall, thick guy. He looked like a football player or something. I almost recognised them, maybe they were in my homeroom where were testing today.

"There's some rumors going around that your parents lost a lot of money and had to send you here instead of the rich kid school." the girl said. "Is it true?"

"Nope, I wanted to come here." I told them.

"Sure a rich kid wanting to come to a school full of fags and assholes."

"Sure beats the other school, they're worse and really snobby." I looked up at them. 

"What're you doing out here?" the guy asked his voice was a bit higher than it should. 

"I feel sick, why?" his eyebrow shot up.

"We were just about to go get lunch." he paused  " Well? You want to sit here or come with us?" he asked, the girl looked a little pissed.

"You girlfriend doesn't seem to like me." I looked away, they both started laughing. I looked back at them. "What?" I asked.

"Come on," he held out a hand "I'm Nathan by the way, everyone calls me Nat though. This is Jo Ann." he pulled me up, I grabbed my ridiculously heavy backpack and followed them to their car. 

 "Joan." she corrects.

"Ella or Ellie it doesn't matter."

It ended up being Nat's car, a small four door cluttered with notebook paper, and weirdly enough socks. I hold up one. 

"Sports." he answers and I nod. "So where we going?" he turns to look at me. 

'Oh, I don't care." I heard Joan huff a 'Whatever.'  We drove up to one of those old drive in places that remind me of Sonic, except this was family owned. I ordered just a basket of fries because I knew the salt would help the nausea and it did, mostly. 

"So what's the real reason you transfered?" Nat askes I shrug.

"I told you, I just did because I wanted to. And the school isn't full of all fags and assholes, just teenagers really." Nat let out a small chuckle.

"If its not than why are you sitting in the backseat of ones car?" What?

"Huh?"

"He's the fucking gayest guy in town, princess." Joan laughs.

"And if it's true that you just switched here because you wanted to, then why were you all nervous in homeroom? You litteraly eyed everyone in the room, are you like okay?" I did? I'm not really. I answered in my head.

"I didn't realize I did that." 

"Sure, you know you're acting really sketchy." 

"No I'm not." I answered in a high voice.

As we sat in the parking lot of school I started to realize Nat and Joan didn't have to be nice to me but they were. They were the first friends I've made in a long time, I've only ever had Mark and my sister. What more did I need? But I liked Joan and Nat even if they weren't particually the most normal people ever. We couldn't sit for long I knew because testing started back soon and we'd have to go back in and repeat for who knows how long, a week maybe more. I sigh I drag my backpack back into school no scratch that, into hell.