5589 words. Co-written with @Heh_HeyaKid (aka my happiness)
"Did you hear? There's a new transfer student." A kid muttered to his friend, walking down the hallway.
"Yeah, he's a guy, he's supposedly a total hottie!" A girl said on call. She fixed herself up in the mirror in her locker.
"Would suck if he's straight. If he's a big deal already, he must be either smart, rich, or sexy. Or maybe all of the above." Another guy spoke, leaning against the wall.
"Let's hope he's nice."
"I heard even the teachers can't wait."
"I'm pretty sure he has a brother, but he's in the grade below us."
"Oh my God, Tiffany, what if he's in our class?"
"He'll rise to the top for sure."
"The principal said he had high hopes for him, he must be good!"
And more commotion.
"What the hell. . ?" Killer muttered. The halls were buzzing with anticipation for a new, allegedly hot transfer student. He didn't care about who the student was, he was just upset he didn't hear about this sooner.
"You bet he'll be an asshole?" Cross nudged him.
"Probably. He sounds like a full of himself prep kid already, huh?"
"Oh, definitely."
"The girls are swooning and they haven't even seen him yet."
"Maybe he's a teen celebrity?"
"No, his name would've been stated and it would be in the media." Killer turned the handle to their classroom. "And besides, no teen celebrity would transfer to this school."
"Technically a celebrity if he's all the rage. Even if he's only famous at school." Cross sat down beside Killer. There weren't many people, but the classroom was still loud. "I mean, damn, it's usually quieter."
"Mhm." Killer took out a snack. Cross gave him a weird look. "What? I forgot to eat breakfast."
"Oh my God, Killer."
"I got chocolate."
"Holy shit, share."
"What do you have?"
"I can afford extra cafeteria food."
"Sweet." Killer gave him two bars. He took two himself. "So," he started, while eating chocolate. "Which additional classes do you think he'll take?"
"Advanced math, maybe."
"Maybe." He leaned back in his chair. "Cooking?"
"He's probably a self taught gourmet chef."
"But he takes the class anyway, knowing he'll get the best grade, and an easy credit for college."
"Fair point." Cross nodded. "Public speaking?"
"Maybe not, he's probably well off, or doesn't think people deserve to hear his voice that often."
"Nah, he's probably not that cold."
"Do you think he's gay?"
"Settle down, class!" Their homeroom teacher called. "I've never had to say that to you all." He muttered. "Now, I know that there's excitement about a new transfer student, but I don't want that to distract any of you, understand?" The class agreed. "Good, now, this is Dream, the student you were all fussing about."
Commotion immediately went off as said student walking in. There were some excited squeals, gasps, choking, et cetera when they saw the tall and fine skeleton, standing by the doorway, his golden eyelights glistening slightly. His eyes scanned the room, looking for a seat, the only one available was in the back. There were pros and cons to that, either way, he expected to be stared at.
