Who Knew?

Chapter 2:

POV-Ruben

The sun shined through the broken leaves above in beams of light. It falls on the skin of my face and warmth radiates throughout my body. I glance down from the trees and back to the school. School. One of the ultimate banes of my existance. That and my father. Both places that could never, and wouldn't want to, except me.

The sound of a car door slaming draws my eyes to the student parking lot. A boy stands there, by an old car. His ginger hair is messy from running his hands through it, and his eyes are the color of a clear blue sky. He's a few inches shorter than me, and freckles dot the skin of his face, but not overwhelmingly so, like many other red heads. Like his brother. From what I've seen, he seems to always be wearing an easy grin, but it's almost as if it's not real. Like it's covering up some hidden emotion that runs deeper than just an easy smile you put on for your friends.

I've seen him around the school many times since I first got here. He's in a few of my classes. His letterman jacket hangs loose off his thin, but deffined body. But it's the smile that always draws me back to him. I've only ever seen him smile for real one time. There's always this one girl with him that seems to mean more to him than the cheerleaders that are always hanging onto his arm. She must have made a joke one day, because he smiled, and it was like the whole room lit up with his face.

Now, he turns towards me. He stares at me for a cluster of moments, and I watch as a flurry of emotions cross his face. Seeming to finally settle on the emotion he wants, he makes a face. The look he sends my way is partly confused, mostly disgusted. Not that I blame him. I would expect nothing less from one of the schools jockiest jackasses.

I grimace as I watch him shake his head, and walk toward the school after his brother. This school, like so many others, is chuck full of cocky, ignorent bastards that don't know their right from their left, let alone have acutal feelings. Sometimes I like to think that some of them can be different. Can not be so naive, and usually fucking heartless. But no. That's not usually how the world works.

There was one time that I did meet a group of people that I beleive actually cared about me. I cared about them too. I could even call them some of my closest friends at the time. But then, my asshole of a father took them away from me too, like so many other things. We still keep in touch every now and then, but it's not the same. I've pegged myself as the loner kid, that way no one can be taken away from me again. Every school needs one anyway.

I push off from the tree I've been leaning against, and streatch my back until I hear my spine crack. I let out a satisfied sigh, and pick up my bag, heading towards the front of the school. Inside, I go straight to my locker and grab the books I need for my first few classes. I jump slightly when a locker a few paces down from mine slams open. I glance over to see none other than Wyatt Parker, star QB, chick magnate, cocky as fuck, and the boy who was staring at me quite curiously not ten minutes ago.

A frustrated look mares his obnoxiously cute face. He closes his locker, consiously trying to do so more gently than how he opened it. A tall, slender girl rockets into his arms, catching him off guard and knocking him into his locker.

"Jesus Beth! Go a little faster why don't you," he says, even as he wraps his arms around her. "You could join the fucking football team at this rate."

She shoves him away with a smile. "You bet your ass I could be on the football team. I'd beat all of your asses into the ground."

He shakes his head, "I don't doubt it. How was your weekend?"

She sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically. "Fucking boring without you. I had to spend five whole days up in that shitty little cabin. I would have been so much better if I'd had my best friend." She makes a pouty face at him and pulls on his arm. I roll my eyes. How could someone put up with that? Honestly.

Wyatt shrugs his shoulders. "Sorry I couldn't make it this year. Away games are fine and all, but I would have much rather spent the days with you guys."

"Oh, that's okay," she smiles. "There's always next year."

He laughs and picks her up, spinning her in a circle. I'm pretty sure I almost gag. "Damn straight. And I'll make it up to you, I promise."

She just nods and leads him down the hallway. Honesty, I don't get it with these people. It's as if they're so immersed in their own peachy lives that they can't bother seeing anyone else. I just purley don't understand.

Rolling my eyes, I trudge through the hallways filled with smelly, horny teenagers looking for their classes, trying to get to my own. Biology is probably one of my most okay classes, my others are all pushing in, at the 75-80 range. But at least in this class, I have my own lab table. It makes some of the labs harder, but I prefer it to working with another human being.

Dropping my stuff down on the floor next to me, I pull out my text book, then lean my head on my arms. My mind wanders back to Wyatt Parker as I wait for class to start. Him and his perfectly messy hair, and the sexy dimmple that comes out when he smirks. The slight muscles that stretch his t-shirts. The way he always has this confidence about him.

I scoff, disgusted with myself for even thinking about that dumbass that way. I roll my eyes at my idiocy, then at his general idiocy. I turn my head so that all of the light of the bio room is blocked by my head in my arms. I let my mind go blank, thinking of darkness and pushing all thoughts, about Wyatt or otherwise, out of my head. That is, until someone breaches and ruins my perfectly great darkness.

Voices come from the front of the room. Then, to my complete and utter chagrin, somone plops down into the seat next to me. I raise my head with a glare. My words are ready and on the tip of my toung. They get stuck in my throat though, as I see who has unceremoniously stolen my lab table, and my peace.

Fucking Wyatt Parker is apperently now my new lab partner.

Fuck. My. Life.