Freak

Chapter 2

Moments later a woman with teal glasses, a tucked yellow button up, and a brown pleated skirt walked into the room and began shuffling papers behind her desk. She glanced up briefly at us and spotted me, her eyes widening as if she had just remembered something important.
"Right," she muttered.
Standing up, she set her stack of papers down and stood in front of the class with her arm extended in my direction.
"Everyone? This is y/n. I apologize for not being here sooner to introduce you, sweetheart," she smiled apologetically.
I smiled back at her.
"That's okay. I'm handling myself alright."

I noticed Becca and her friends staring at me aggressively so I winked at Becca and she wrinkled her nose before turning away from me to face the front again.
Our teacher seemed oblivious to the tension and smiled encouragingly at me as she beckoned me up to the front of the room.
"Come on up and tell us a little bit about yourself, hun. We've got time."
I begrudgingly stood up and made my way to the front of the classroom next to her. I looked around the room and shrugged.
"Uh yeah. Hi. She already said it but I'm y/n. I moved here from Chicago so I guess fun fact about me is that I hate the suburbs with a burning passion."
Our teacher cleared her throat and attempted to re-direct the conversation.
"Chicago! We don't get folks like that around here very often, do we?"
Everyone shrugged or shook their heads.
"See? Maybe let's do one more question and then you can have a seat. Let me think...ooh what's your favorite kind of music? We've got some music enthusiasts in here so maybe you all can connect after class."
She looked hopefully at the back of the room and I realized she was speaking to the two brooding dudes again. They both looked at each other and said nothing. Our teacher cleared her throat and looked back at me expectantly.
"Well...I like rap. I mean other stuff is good too but I think lyrically it's more interesting than pop stuff. Rock music is pretty close though. Oh and Tupac's music fucks way harder than most of the pop stuff I've heard so he's definitely my fav-"

A few kids in the back smirked including the two guys from earlier. Our teacher inhaled sharply next to me and tapped my shoulder.
"Alright then y/n, that's enough for now."
I shrugged and walked back to my seat slouching down a little as I relaxed now that my introduction was over with.
Mullet Man, as I've decided to call him, leaned forward and tapped me on the shoulder as our teacher turned to the board to write her name for me.
"I think she almost popped a blood vessel up there."
"I mean the best way to end a conversation with a teacher is to just start cursing," I whispered back.
He smirked as he gazed forward at the board to look like he was paying attention.
"Oh trust me I basically invented that trick."
I snorted and the teacher up front turned towards us and pointed to the board.
"For y/n and anyone who needs a refresher," she laughed at her own attempt at a joke, "I'm Ms. Lewis. I'm here if you need me and just to make sure everyone remembers, my office hours are on the door. Feel free to utilize them if you need them."

***

By lunch I had picked up a couple friends and we sat at lunch together discussing the classes we hated and liked so far. One of my friends actually ended up being the dude with glasses I had noticed at the beginning of homeroom. We had two other classes together and I found out in Chemistry that his name was Christopher Morris.
My other two friends Kristin and Tara Fraser had gravitated towards me in Art and we all clicked pretty instantly.
After chatting with the twins and Chris for a while about our upcoming projects I decided to ask them about the mysterious dudes from homeroom.
"Hey so I was wondering if any of you know what's up with these Metalhead kinda dudes I saw this morning. There were two of them and they had dark clothes and chains on. One of them had a mullet and people were legit boo-ing them in Homeroom."
Chris cringed and looked sideways at Kristin and Tara. Tara rolled her eyes and shook her head,
"That would be Eddie Munson. Was his friend the one with the light brown hair?"
I nodded and Kristin clucked her tongue.
"Mhm. Sounds like Gareth."
"Can't believe you and Chris got stuck in class with those two freaks," Tara sympathized.
I looked at Chris with furrowed eyebrows.
"Wait so what did they do? Like what's so bad about them?"
All three gritted their teeth and looked at one another.
"Well first off he's a druggie," Chris sneered.
The twins nodded and spoke at the same time, "HUGE druggie."
I tilted my head and thought about it. Weed never really bothered me much and I've honestly had my fair share of smoking it so I didn't really see an issue.
"I mean I've smoked. Will they boo me for that too?"
The three of them looked at me in shock and lowered their voices.
"Don't advertise that fact, y/n, trust us," Chris muttered.
Tara and Kristen nodded.
"That's not all he does either. He deals everything from weed to Special K," Kristin hissed.
"OH."
"Exactly. They're kinda scary guys in general honestly. I mean I don't trust guys that wear chains anywhere on their bodies," Tara scoffed.
I nodded thoughtfully.
"Well...that's pretty bad obviously. But other than that I still don't really understand the issue. I mean I was also exposed to worse in Chicago so maybe that's why it doesn't bother me as much."
The three looked at one another and then back at me.
"Uhh...let's put a pin in that cuz I have separate questions on your questionable Chicago years. In terms of Eddie Munson and his gang of goons there's probably loads of things they're doing that we don't even know about yet. They do this thing they call DND like a little club and from what I've heard it's full of demonic culty shit," Chris hissed.

I nodded and raised an eyebrow trying to hold back a smile. The three of them looked at me in confusion.
"What part of demonic cult was funny to you?," Tara questioned.
"All of it," I finally laughed, "You're talking about the game DND right? With the dice and shit?"
"Well who knows what else they're using? Maybe knives and other stuff like Eddie's Special K perhaps," Kristin emphasized.
I shook my head and continued laughing.
"Dudes I hate to break it to you but DND is literally just a board game. It's the nerdiest shit I've ever seen but definitely not culty. There were kids like that at my school in Chicago and people didn't like them either but that's just cuz they were total dorks. No offense, Chris."
Chris sniffed and crossed his arms.
"Well I wasn't planning on taking offense until you included me in the dork genre."
I smiled apologetically and gestured for everyone to lean in closer so no one would hear us.
"How about I prove it to you guys? Their club meets after school I assume?"
The twins nodded and Chris's eyes widened though he remained silent.
"Okay. So we stay after school some time and catch them playing their game and you can see for yourselves that it's nothing bad."
The twins shrugged and sat back in their seats.
"I don't love the idea but I also have nothing better to do after school so...sure."
Kristen looked at Tara expectantly and Tara finally sighed.
"Alright I'm in too. Christopher?"
Chris looked at the three of us with wide eyes.
"You guys don't care enough about your well-being and it concerns me deeply."
"Answer the question Chris. You gonna join us or what," Tara pressed.
Chris's eyes darted between us and he finally sighed in defeat.
"I guess. If anything even remotely culty happens though I'm abandoning you all. I'll still be willing to set up your funerals but I draw the line at putting anything other than "I told you so" in your eulogies."
We smiled at him and Tara and Kristin high-fived me as I cheered, "Field trip!"
"It's not a field trip if we aren't going anywhere," Chris grumbled.
I smiled at him and nudged his arm.
"The field trip is when we drive your possessed body to the hospital."
He groaned and swatted me away.
"You shut your mouth before I change my mind."