What If I Don't Even Want To? (Kellic)

Chapter 3

"Psst, hey."

At first I didn’t even bother looking up to the sound of whispering in an attempt to get someone’s attention. I was only one class in on my first day of this school and I had already learned that the students really didn’t comprehend the “no talking during class” rule. Go figure, San Diego was probably filled with a bunch of teenagers overcome with the intense desire to rebel against any rules presented toward them. Back in Michigan, we all lived pretty quiet lives in our small town so we really didn’t see the need to go crazy all that much. But I had a hunch that this school would be filled with the type of people who liked to throw wild parties on the weekends when their parents were out. But I guess that wasn’t really a bad thing, it might have been cool to attend a real high school party for once. I wasn’t much of a partier, my idea of a good time was spent in my room by myself where I usually just listened to music or wrote some lyrics. The past four years of my educational career were spent in the basements of my friends, practicing in our band and hoping to get out a demo. Things had been looking good for us up until my mom had moved me. The reasons to continue my temporary loathing of her really were beginning to pile up. I couldn’t help but wonder what the guys were doing right now and if they planned on replacing me before I got back.

"Hey!"

This time I couldn’t help it, I looked up when the person who had whispering became more determined to get someone’s attention. Little did I know, it was actually me they had been wanting to talk to. I looked beside me where a girl with long, dark hair and bright green eyes was staring at me expectantly. With just one glance around the room I confirmed that she was talking to me. I guess that was kind of obvious though since she was half leaning out of her desk and toward mine.

"Yeah?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"You’re new here, right? I mean, obviously. I’ve never seen you around before." She said, continuing to keep her voice down. Our teacher was too busy discussing something on the board with his back turned to us. Even if he did turn around, it seemed highly unlikely he would care that we were talking. I had learned that much with the half an hour that passed by.

"Yeah, I’m new." I told her even though she had made it clear she knew that.

For a moment she was quiet, only giving a nod in approval that she had heard me. I looked back down on my notebook to continue copying the notes that our teacher had written down. Honestly, I wasn’t paying attention all that much even though I should have been considering I had come into the middle of second semester. I was probably behind on a lot of stuff.

"So, like… I have a question. I saw you hanging out with Jaime and his friends. Are you guys friends?" I then heard her say to me, a little bit louder since she was no longer leaning in anymore. At first I furrowed my brows at such a weird observation. The image of the guy I had been introduced to with wild and spiky hair came back to me, then I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don’t know," I brushed off the possibility. I didn’t even know Jaime much. But he kind of seemed like a spazz. "I’m Mike’s neighbor and I guess he’s his friend… So, maybe?"

"Oh," she said shortly. I couldn’t help feel the sense of disappointment radiating off from her. Why did she want to know if I was friends with Jaime anyway? I figured it was a girl thing and let it go though when our teacher turned back around to talk to us.

When the lecture of our class was over, Mr. Whatever His Name Was (I hadn’t been paying attention when he introduced himself to me) gave us the last five minutes for freedom. It didn’t take long until everyone had either turned in their seats or moved across the room to talk to each other. Now that the class was filled with sound of talking, I saw the girl who had been whispering to me earlier turn around in her seat and face me. Even though it was awkward talking to people when I knew I wasn’t going to be staying long enough to make real friends, I found it hard to turn people down. Especially when they were weird like Mike and his friends or this girl. So after I had gathered my stuff in a pile, I found myself looking over at her in acknowledgement as if allowing her to talk to me.