pretty boy / rinney

2

The two days went by and I went to ask my dad. I probably should've asked him sooner but he should let me go. I've never had real friends before, maybe he will think Robin is a friend.

Not a weird popular kid who probably wants to kill me in my sleep.

It was Friday so I got up finishing getting ready and went into my dads room so I can wait for Gwen to finish.

"Dad.." I say sounding very sad for some odd reason. "What's wrong Finney" he sounded aggravated. "I was wondering if tomorrow I can go to a friends house?"

He didn't answer for a moment. But he did reply "Yea sure" after a while. "Thank you"

I began to wait for Gwen on the couch and then we made our way to school.
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I dropped her off at the Jr High and began to walk into my building. Same as always. Kids running everywhere, kids making out against lockers, and there was sounds of a fist fight in the men's bathroom.

I walked in and pulled out my schedule out of my bag since it told me my locker number too. Number 67 in hallway 3. The math hall.

I walk into hall 3 with expectations of the same type of vibe. Kids making out, maybe a fist fight or two.

But I walk to the 60's wall and find mine. 67.

Fuck. It was the top one. I can reach it. Barely.

I opened it and I didn't even know what to do with it. What's the point of them anyways? Just hold your shit.

"Oh! Looks like I finally have a locker buddy" I heard from across the hallway. I turned and it was that kid.

"Oh." He said once he saw my face. I just turned back and closed my locker. Checking my schedule and.. fuck. It was first period. So every morning I got to my locker, See the kid, Then go to first period and see the kid again.

I don't even remember his name. We only have- 4 classes?! Lord. Why did this guy make me so mad but not mad but weirded out but normal?

"Hey can we just switch I don't think me bending down every day would be good for my back" He said.

"So you want me to bend down everyday?" I reply. Shit, that we rude.

"No, it just.. you can't exactly reach the top one. The bottom locker would be easier for you."

"Take it. I don't care" I say walking off. I later realized he can't take my locker. Not without the code. So now I look stupid.

I walked into the class and Mrs Campbell stopped me and the rest of the class.

"Okay everyone I know it's the middle of the year but I think we need assigned seats!"

Everyone moaned and groaned but agreed. But I went first. I didn't know at the start but I later knew what she was doing.

"Finney."
"Yea?"
"Have you spoken to anyone of these guys" she said moving her hand showing the class.

Me being the dumb ass I am told her the truth. "Yea, Robin..?"

"Okay! Robin and Finney sit there"
"fuck" I mumbled under my breath.
"Excuse me!" Oh shit she heard. "We do not use that type of language in here young man!"

"okay..?" I said trying to make her feel dumb and me not look like a total loser.

I sat down and tried to not look at the kid. He made my stomach twist. It felt like he was looking at me as I looked forward or down. He gave me some type of anxiety.

"Why'd you do it" his words scared me. "I- she just asked if I've spoken to anyone in the class"

"Was it not obvious she was going to sit you by them?"

"Im a dumbass I get it" I replied trying to end the convo.

"I never said that"
"You make me feel like one"
"Maybe you're just intimidated by me?"

I was debating answering, telling him to shut the fuck up, or ignore him.

I chose to!!
Roll my eyes..

"Okay, so you are intimidated?"

Okay now I tell him to shut the fuck up.

"shut.
the fuck up."

"Oh you would want me to tell Mrs Campbell you're cussing again, do you?"

"I don't care."
I said rolling my eyes again. Something about him made me mad and sad. But weirdly safe? No.. not safe. Maybe it was because he hasn't punched me across the face? I heard he was a pretty tough guy.

But why sad?
Then it hit me.
He had the same tone as the grabber.
And I didn't feel safe with him.
So my body had mixed signals.