Clash

April flashback

I still remember that day as if it was yesterday. The day India flew off on her own, and abandoned me.
That was also the morning I met Erika. But not just her.
I also met a guy. The first guy I've ever been able to speak normally around, excluding my family.
His name was Wes.
Wes Carlisle.
•••••••••••••••••Year 9 •••••••••••••••••••••
I stare at India in shock as she strides off alone into the school.
She never walked in alone. We always walked together. But apparently, not anymore.
Maybe she's just upset or something.
I have to let it go. Give her some time and then try and talk to her again.
Sighing, I walk with confidence and push open the large door of the school.
Students are bustling around with purpose and opening lockers to search for books. The first day was always the hardest because you get new schedules, meet new teachers, and new people.
"Sorry." I mutter apologetically after bumping into someone.
"That's okay." The small girl stutters. She doesn't look my year, with her long blonde hair in plaits and braces covering her teeth, she's kind of adorable.
"I'm April." I say, smiling politely.
"Erika." She mumbles with her head down.
"What year are you in?"
"Nine."
"Are you sure?"
She looks up at me, puzzled. "Yes I'm sure April. I may be short but I'm not young!"
Girl got sass.
"Okay." I chuckle.
"Have you got your schedule yet?" Erika asks me.
"Nope. And I'm assuming you don't either so let's go." I tell her and lead the way.
Little did I know I was leading the way into two more years of future hell.
•••••••••••••Meeting Wes ••••••••••••••••••
It was first period, History.
I sit down at the very back seat of the classroom. I don't like the attention at the front, it's just not something I'm comfortable with.
As I take my books out of my bag and place them on a desk I can feel a shadow forming near me.
"You're in my seat." He informs me.
"Well does it have your name on it?" I ask innocently.
I always use this because obviously it won't have their name on it. Genius really.
"Yes, actually it does." He retorts with an amused smirk. "Check under the desk."
"Sure." I scoff but do it anyway.
I peer at the scrawny writing on the bottom of the desk.
In big bold letters it says ' PROPERTY OF WES CARLISLE"
"Oh." I mutter stupidly and sit back up.
"Yeah, oh . Now move."
I sigh. "Fine." And get up to go.
Wes smiles and sits me back down. "That was a test. And you failed miserably. Rule number one, never give in."
And with that he walks off to a different seat, directly in front of me.
I spend the entire lesson staring at the back of his head curiously.
What test did I fail?
I've never failed a single test in my entire life. Like ever.
Out of the blue, the teacher calls on me for a question.
"What year did the industrial revolution end?"
Before I have the chance to reply, because I obviously know the answer, another voice speaks up for me.
"Around 1820 to 1840." Wes says.
"I was about to say that." I protest with a frown.
"It's rude to interrupt, Mr.Carlisle. It's a complete inconvenience for your fellow students." The teacher shakes his head at him.
"I know, but what's life without being a little inconvenient every once in a while?" Wes replies with a small smile in my direction.
That's rule number two I guess.
What's life without being a little inconvenient?