The boy in the back of the class

Chapter 1

Its 7:00 am, I'm deciding weather or not I want to get up or not, I mean I know I will have to eventually anyway, but I would like to avoid it for as long as possible. After about 5 minutes I finally get the motivation and drag myself up and out of my extremely comfortable bed, I head into my bathroom and brush my teeth, put on my makeup consisting of a tiny bit of foundation and powder, mascara, and some brown pencil eyeliner on my top eyelids. I decide to straighten my long dark brown hair and just leave it down. I head into my large bedroom with timber floors and aqua walls and get out what I'm going to wear for the day, dark wash skinny jeans, a tyedyed oversized tee with the sleeves folded and my black low-top converse. "Emily, your going to be late, hurry up please!" Mum called from downstairs, I fling my colourful backpack over my shoulder and rush down the stairs. "Hi mum," I yell giving her a kiss on the cheek as I'm running, "bye mum," I laugh, I didn't even stop which she probably thought was weird. I run down the footpath to where my best friend and I meet to walk to school together, we meet on the corner because both our houses are a bit out of the way. The weather is my idea of the perfect weather, the sky is dark and the autumn wind is nice and cool against my exposed arms. "Nice of you to join me," Erin laughs as I approach her at the corner.
"Haha," I say sarcastically, "I'm not that late," I giggle.

Erin and I are standing by my grey locker when Stan walks past, he is the most popular boy in school, I will never understand why, in our opinions he's the meanest human being to ever walk the planet, I'm not even sure he's a human being. He strides confidently down the hallway in his maroon button up shirt, beige cargo pants and all black vans, he flips his dyed blonde hair out of his face as he walks up to his girlfriend Kelly, she's in her really short cheerleading uniform with her long bleach blonde hair up in a high pony tail, and of course as soon as they see each other they shove their tongue down each other's throat....... Yuck!!!! It lasts for a long time until Ashton walks past him, Stan rips himself away from Kelly and pushes Ashton to the floor, "thought you could sneak your way past huh," Stan chuckles, "not this time you nerd." Stans' gang of football friends gather around him in a circle and start throwing him insults while everyone laughs, everyone except for Erin and I.
"Why is everyone so mean?" Erin asks sadly.
"I wish I knew," I sighed sadly. Just then the bell rang signalling that I had to go to my first class of the day which is English, great, I have History with Stan, so that means that the whole class has to put up with his bullshit for over an hour. "I'll see you at lunch Erin," I sigh walking off to my next class.

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I'm seated in my usual seat in the middle of the class when Ashton walks in, he heads straight for the back row as he usually does and sits down, I think he sits in the back because he doesn't like to be noticed and he doesn't like to talk to people that much. Stan and his best friend mike come running into the large classroom having some sort of play fight, Stan's pushing mike over the desks while the both of them laugh, mike has brown hair and is wearing practically the same clothes as Stan, except mike has a light blue button up instead of a maroon.
"Alright, alright, boys settle down please," my teacher miss Robinson says in an annoyed tone, mike and Stan take their seats in the row ahead of me and turn around and glare at Ashton and a few of the other students as their doing so, I roll my eyes at them thinking that they wouldn't have seen me, but they did and shot me a glare, Stan turned around and started to scribble something on a piece of paper, he scrunched it up in a ball and threw it on my desk, 'what's your problem babe' it said in some horrible chicken scratch that he would call writing, there wasn't even a question mark.
'My problem is you, you also might want to try using some punctuation every now and then, oh and one more thing, do not call me babe.' I wrote that down and threw it back at him, when he read it he looked at me and pulled some faces, pretending he was crying and he was really hurt by my words, I gave him a sarcastic laugh, put my hand over my heart and pouted sarcastically, pretending to be sorry that I 'hurt his feelings', after that I turned back around and listened to my teacher.

A/N: hey to whoever is reading this, I hope that you like this first chapter of this fanfic. This is my first fanfic ever and I hope it will get better as I continue on writing it. Thanks for reading. Xx