Who's Bad

New Kid

The hands on the clock weren't going fast enough for me. I was in 2nd period, which was Chemistry H, taking a 50 question test. I kept glancing at the clock. I'm going to be honest with you, I didn't study for this test and I was stuck on number 23. I tired advancing on to the next question, but drew a blank everytime. There was a knock on the door and I watched as my teacher walked swiftly to the door and opened it. A guy walked in and gave her his schedule. She quickly scanned over it. This guy's appearance screamed trouble. Black pants with a red strip going down his right leg. A black shirt that was cut in a v-shape at the neck giving away to the think white t-shirt that was hidden underneath along with a black jacket. Two belts hugged his thin waist. Now for the unique part.. His whole outfit was completely covered in buckles and zippers.

"Class this is our new student Michael Jackson."

That's when a chorus of hellos rung out. He didn't say anything, instead he just gave a small wave. I went back to my test and tried to concentrate. I sighed and looked down at my test. Stupid question. Stupid test. Stupid class. Stupid everything. Curse me for having such a smart mind and being placed in advanced classes.

"Excuse you."

I looked up and the new kind was standing beside me. His arms were folded across his chest and he wore a frown on his face.

"What?"
"Move."
"Why?"
"Because I want this seat."
"But there's an empty seat right next to me."
"I don't care.. Now move before I make you move."

Before I could protest, I found myself flat on my butt. I looked up at him and he was now seated in my seat. Somebody please tell me he didn't just push me out my seat. I stood up and dusted myself off. I crossed my arms and sat down in the seat next to him. I know what you're thinking.. He just pushed her out of her seat and she's not going to do anything about it. If that was me, that chair would have went upside his head. I'm a strong disbeliever of fighting and violence except if it's used for self-defense. I reached over to get my paper and pencil when Michael grabbed hold of my wrist and squeezed it. I let out a soft whimper which caused a smirk to appear on his lips.

"Let go." I said through clenched teeth.
"Beg."
"What?"
"Beg me to let you go."
"When hell freezes over."

He tightened his grip which caused a shockwave of pain to surge throughout my body. I bit my lip to keep from screaming and causing attention. Soon after my blood circulation was cut off.

"You know, you're pretty good at this." he said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Please let me go."
"Well that wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but since you said please. I'll let you go."

He let my wrist go and the blood came rushing back. I slid my paper and pencil in front of me. My wrist began to throb and I gently rubbed it. I glanced at him and watched as he popped a piece of gum into his mouth. I wanted to smack the taste out of his mouth.. I sighed and went back to my test. I started decoding (breaking down) the question. I was just about to come up with the answer until..... Chop. Chop. Zip. Chop. Zip. Zip. Chop. Chop. Chop. Chop. Zip. Zip. Zip. Zip. Chop. Chop. Zip. Chop. Zip. Zip. Zip. Chop. Zip. Zip. Zip. Chop. Chop. Chop. Zip. My right eye began to twitch ever-so-slightly. The grip on my pencil tightened that I thought it was going to break in half. I glanced at him and he was playing with the zippers on his outfit and chewing cinnamon gum.

"Will you stop that. It's very annoying." I said while trying to stay calm.
"Is it getting on your nerves?"
"Yes."
"Then no."

He continues to play with his zippers and chew on his gum. I tried to concentrate but it was just to nerve wrecking. And yes, for those of you want to know, I have very bad nerves. Out of all the people in the world why me? What did I do to deserve this. I let out a heavy sigh and began banging my head against the desk. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Because of my bad nerves, I've learned to endure pain physically.