Hopeless Romantics

Chapter 2 - First Day

Hey guys! Before I get on this chapter, I just wanted to give you a little preview of Sal's school schedule:

Period 1- Math
Period 2- PE
Lunch
Period 3- Art
Period 4- History

POV: Sal

It was my first day of school today. Larry and I arrived a little early, so we had some time to wander around before class started. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car when I heard someone yell, "Larry, hey!" I turned around and saw a girl walking towards us. "Hey Ash! What's up?" Ohhh so this is that Ashley girl Larry was telling me about. "Who's this?" Ashley gestured at me. "Oh, I'm Sal, I just moved here." "Oh okay cool. I'm Ashley by the way, but you can just call me Ash. Awesome mask by the way." Larry jumped in, "Actually, it's a prosthetic." "Shit sorry man, what exactly happened?" I stayed silent. I didn't really know what to say to be honest, as I was coming up with an excuse the warning bell rang indicating that class was about to start. So, we all headed inside and parted ways to find our lockers. I found mine pretty quick, and just as I expected, people were staring. I've gotten used to the stares though. I mean if I saw someone in public wearing a stupid looking prosthetic I'd stare too. "Hey freak." I turned around, there was a guy standing in front of me. He had dark skin, the brightest fucking blonde hair ever and dark brown eyes. He's taller than Larry which makes me feel even shorter than I felt around Larry. "What's with the mask? Do you really look that bad?" "Leave him alone Travis" That's when Larry showed up, he sighed opened up a locker. Oh okay, so our lockers are beside each other's. Sweet. "Oh, shut up fag. I wasn't talking to you." Travis walked away, pushing me back against my locker in the process.

"Oookay then. So that was Travis I'm assuming?" I asked. "Yeah, sorry dude, did he say anything to you before I got here?" "He just called me a freak and made fun of my mask a bit. No biggie." "I swear that guy is such a dick sometimes. There was one time in first grade when a kid knocked all my books out of my hand and Travis helped me pick them up but other than that, Travis as always been an ass." The final bell rand indicating that class was starting. I prayed that I didn't have any classes with Travis. Considering what Larry has told me, I don't wanna be near that kid. Math was my first period, so I grabbed my books and headed to my classroom. Almost everyone was there already, I glanced around the room and there he was. Just my luck. In the middle, front row. Travis. He was doodling on a notebook. I turned to my teacher, "You can take a seat right over there." Mrs. Packerton, my teacher, pointed at a seat behind Travis one row over. I sat down and looked at Travis. He glared at me and turned back around and started doodling again.

Larry said to meet him in the cafeteria at lunch so I could meet the rest of his friends. I got my food from this musty lookin' ass lunch lady and looked for Larry, he was sitting at a table on the far side by the door with four other people. I only recognized Ash and Todd, the other two I didn't know. "Hey Sal!" Larry waved me over to their table, I sat down across from him. "This is Chug and Maple." Ash pointed to the two and they waved, "Hey." They both said, "Hi, I'm Sal." The rest of lunch all of us talked about what classes we have. I have PE with Larry and Todd, that I already knew because PE is literally right before lunch. But I have art with Ash and Larry next and Chug and Maple are in my history class for last period. 

The remainder of the lunch and art dragged on. I just wanted to go home, but I still had history left. As I was getting my history books out of my locker I got a major headache. I got them quite often from my prosthetic, so I kept pain killers in my locker. I didn't want anyone to see my face, so I took the pill bottle and went to the bathroom so I could take them in private. I unclipped my prosthetic and set it on the edge of the sink, popping two painkillers in my mouth. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn I hate my face.