𝑳𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦

Your POV (continued) 

'shit shit shit, I'm gonna be late. Oh god I'm going to make a fool out of myself on my first day, being back is going to shit already.' I say to myself not realizing where I was going let alone who was where I was going as I was stopped in my tracks, again.

What is it with me and rushing my ways through the halls with all the stale conversations and overly passionate kissing highschoolers all around. "Shit, I'm so sorr-" I try to apologize, not wanting to be a push over (literally at this point) but also wanting to be polite but I was rudely interrupted by some off brand Dean Sampson but as a more stereotypical athletic jock asshole than as is. "Watch it freak" he said attempting to insult me. "Watch your self first ken doll before you get that pretty little prize winning face of yours bloody." I spat back at him already mad that he stopped me from getting to the pep rally in time. "Oh so the new black sheep wants to start a fight?" he says, eyes opened slightly more making a sarcastic surprised face as his friends behind him start to giggle like little kids. I gave them a glare but one of the boys just flipped me off laughing to himself as I went back to the bitchy teen boy looking at me still.

"I never said that, I just said how I could if you don't shut your mouth and keep your gross breath in your hot mouth." I said back staring at him dead in the eyes to watch the once slight smug smile on his face that he used to try to mock the words I threw at him turn into an anger ridden frown form from his mouth with his tongue now almost piercing through the side of his right cheek showing he was angry but didn't want to swing at me just yet.

He walked away scoffing at my words which obviously shut him up, for now at least. I go back to running to the gym room witch everyone trying to get settled still. Thank god I made it on time so I didn't have to walk into the gym being greeted by mostly silence with whispers from the people staring at me.

I walk to the bleachers trying to figure out where to sit but I look around at the bleachers seeing max with her Walkman. I try to wave at her but she completely ignores me or at least doesn't want to talk to anyone right now so I leave her to her music. I look to her side and see Mike and Dustin arguing about something from what I could tell. I go up to them instead of doing what I did with Max which obviously failed. "Hey guys" I smile at them. Dustin turns around from Mike after telling him off about having a C in Spanish class or something. He doesn't do anything other than space out for a seconds, taking him a moment to realize I'm talking to them.

"Oh, hi y/n" he says to me, almost sounding confused "I didn't think you'd be here to be honest, doesn't seem like your type of thing to attend to." he says while looking back at Mike who's confused on why hes looking at him but then realizing hes asking for a second opinion on his statement. "Oh, yea. I mean you come across as the type of person to just wait for this to end while sitting in the bathrooms." "I thought about it but then realized if I did, Steve would probably get mad about me skipping." I said rolling my eyes, imagining Steve yelling about skipping school of any sort, especially lunch.

I've never really been the type of person who likes to eat around others. I just don't really like the thought of people possibly looking at me while I'm eating. I guess its just awkward. That beside the point though, the point is, I couldn't even skip if I wanted to due to the fact that Steve is looking after me even though I'm only 1 year younger than him, I technically just live with him but dad said he needed to "look after me".

As if he cares, he couldn't give a shit about either of us and Steve knows it. Jesus I'm getting side tracked, I went from talking about not being able to skip to Steve yelling, back to not being able to skip and finally to talking about my shitty dad.

Oh well, I guess I'll just sit here and wait for this shit show to get over with. I look to the cheerleaders and see Chrissy preforming. As soon as I see her, I almost jump up and try calling her name but I stopped knowing damn well how embarrassing that would be. I humbled myself, staying seated.