The Normals

Statement

Al Acklerend took the desk to my left, unlike yesterday.

He let his expensive duffel bag fall to the ground with a loud thump.

Well, this was indeed strange. It was extremely rare for a highly talented athlete to sit in the back of the classroom away from his friends, let alone next to me.

So when Al Ackerend took a desk next to me, I couldn't help but send him a quick side glance. He flipped his shaggy, brown locks out of his eyes before giving me a small, sweet smile.

Alrighty then, that was new as well.

With a sigh, I placed a palm to my cheek, leaning into it to hold my head up.

I knew right then, this would be a very long Algebra class.

The bell rung a few moments later, alerting everyone class would soon begin. Students who were throwing pencils around quickly sat down, knowing full well who was going to charge through the door in exactly fifteen seconds, like always.

And, as if on cue, Mrs. Fattenwitz practically broke the classroom door down. Her barreling, masculine voice boomed throughout the Math class. "Miss Derek, is that a gum wrapper I see on the ground?" She hissed through clamped teeth.

The teen know as Katie Derek panicked, picking up the fallen wrapper. Katie knew damn well how upset the man-like woman could get when she knew a student was chewing gum. "Trash. Now." The teacher ordered, gesturing to the plastic, grey garbage bin. Katie hastily ran towards the bin and threw not only the wrapper away, but also the gum in her mouth. She then scampered back to her seat.

Mrs. Fattenwitz nodded in approval before muttering another order to the students. "Notebooks out on desks. We are taking notes on Regular Polygons." The sound of scattering paper was heard throughout the room.

So this was to be the daily routine for the next year? If that is the case, I am already beyond ecstatic.

Mrs. Fattenwitz's feet shook the ground as she approached the board, marker in hand. Her hairy face held an expression of hatred and annoyance, a common look for her especially whilst she taught one of our large junior classes.

The plump teacher wrote the first section of notes onto the marker board, and I silently copied until I felt a soft, barely noticeable tap on my left shoulder. I gazed over at the jock next to me, he still had that sweet smile on his face.

"Hey." He whispered softly, twirling his fingers.

For the first time today, I fully turned my face towards him. "Is there something I can help you with?" I asked, not in the mood for rude, inappropriate jokes which was common with his sense of humor.

"Did you cut your hair?" He said, fascination in his navy blue eyes.

Instinctively, my right hand touched my short, pixie-styled hair. I ran my fingers through it, and scoffed. "Your a sharp one." I mumbled.

"Hmm," He hummed, not caring about my rude retort. "You dyed it black too, huh?" For a split second his hand moved towards me as if he wanted to stroke my head, but he let his hand fall limply on his desk once more. "It suits you. I like it."

"Thanks."

Silence.

I shifted in my seat, moving to take notes for class again. Al however, had other plans.

"Are you trying to make some kind of statement?" He asked, curiosity tainting his words.

My face scrunched up into confusion. "Excuse me?" I asked, setting my red mechanical pencil down onto my notebook, giving him my full attention.

Al scratched the back of his head, a slightly embarrassed look crossing his tan countenance. "Well um, are you trying to tell us all something? You know, since you cut your hair so short." He asked innocently, eyes darting from me to the front of the room.

My eyebrow rose. "And what kind of declaration would I be trying to share with the world?" I folded my hands, bringing them to my face to study him, hoping to see past his question, but too no avail.

So instead of answering me like a common human, he replied with: "Vera, are you a lesbian?" He asked suddenly, his blaring voice stunned both me and the whole class.

My eyes widened. "W-What?" I said, nearly choking on my own spit. "Why the hell would you assume that?" I snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him with an angered expression.

"Ahem." Mrs. Fattenwitz's feet shook the ground bellow us, alerting our attention back to the front of the classroom. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" She asked Al a little too sweetly.

Al visibly shook in his seat, leaning as far back into his chair as he possibly could. "Ugh, no mam. Everything is perfectly fine back here. I was just asking Vera a question about..." His eyes drifted from our hairy-faced teacher to the messy notes written upon my notepad. "Regular Pythons." He finished with a small, frightened smile.

I snorted under my breath.

Al was in for it now. Nobody ignores Mrs. Fattenwitz's teachings and lives to tell the tale, but oh well.

Serves the asshole right.

I chuckle to myself as I witness the terror strike through Al's orbs when he realizes his grave mistake. "I mean, Regular Polygons." He whispered, catching himself as he shrunk even lower into his desk. Mrs. Fattenwitz snarled, giving a death glare which Al couldn't escape. And yet, all I could do was sit beside him, watching in amusement.

"Asshole." I muttered under my breath as Mrs. Fattenwitz announced Al's deserving punishment.

Yeah, I like the new title I've officially given this jock.

Al the asshole.

Pure perfection.

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I know you are probably tired of hearing this, but once again sorry for the late update. Not only has my mental process been extremely slow lately, but I have also been trying to get a few chapter written for another book I plan to publish.

Honestly, I originally planned to have one new chapter out every week...but that quickly turned to one chapter a month -_-

I promise to try and update more often, but I won't swear it.

Hope you enjoyed

- S