The New Boy

Chapter 2

"Scott Adams..." Said the large, grumpy looking secretary. "Your transcripts seem to be in order, and your medical records are up to date... Here is your timetable" she handed me a slip of paper, I scanned it and saw that my next class was chemistry, I hate chemistry. "I hope you will have a mildly interesting experience at this school" she groaned, "go warriors".

I made my way down the now empty hallway, free period must of ended. I knocked on the door that said 'Chem 1' on it and a tall, intimidating man in a suit opened the door.

"You must be Mr Adams" he raised an eyebrow and scanned me up and down before stepping aside to let me in. I walked into the classroom rather reluctantly and waited for my instruction. "You can sit with Mr Smith" the teacher smirked, pointing to the empty seat at the back of the class.

I made my way slowly down the aisle between the tables and I could already hear the girls whispering, I knew this was going to be no different... I slumped into my chair and looked over at my lab partner. He was a refreshingly normal looking guy with a buzz cut and a goofy look about him, he was looking me up and down just as the teacher had but he looked a lot less serious.

"I'm Dylan" he grinned.

"Scott..." I replied slowly.

"First day?"

"Yep" I nodded

"You play lacrosse?" He asked twiddling his pencil in his hand. I had to think it through carefully, if I said yes then I'd be committed to the game but if I said no then there was a chance that I wouldn't get a team spot. It was a stupid and pointless decision that I shouldn't even be contemplating...

"Yeah? Why, do you play?" I asked, he scoffed at the mere thought of it.

"If sitting on the bench is playing then sure" he laughed. "Practise is in free period you should come along and tryout"

How much harm could one tryout do?

"Sure..." I mumbled as the bell sounded and Dylan leapt out of his seat and clutched his rucksack but the terrifying looking teacher stood in his way.

"Mr Smith" he snarled "where's you're paper on covalent bonding that so happens to be two months late?"

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the poor guy couldn't think of a valid excuse, I thought he needed some help.

"Sir, I don't know where the locker room is and Dylan was going to show me..." I mumbled. Dylan have him a sheepish nod and soon the teacher gave in.

"Go, but I want it on my desk by Monday" he said walking away from us.

"Yes Mr Harris!" Exclaimed Dylan giving me a relieved grin. We rushed out of the classroom as quickly as we could and when we got in the hallway he started to breath again. "You are now my official best friend" he laughed, "come on let's get to practise"