The Journalist and The Photographer vs The Soccer Player

Calculus AB Class

I finally met Janus and Patton in our AP Calculus AB class after hours of printing and getting newspapers together.

"Hey Lo," Janus called out. "We saved your seat."

I smiled, sitting down by them.

"How's the printing?" Patton asked.

"Long," I huffed.

"Did you meet one of the new guys yet? Heard he's going the journalist club," Janus asked, tossing a paper ball in the air.

"He seems like a real dick," I groaned.

"Language," Patton warned, "but why?" he then asked.

"Too much to relay," I huffed.

"You probably just think he's cute," Janus teased, tossing the paper ball toward me. I caught it, throwing it back.

"Why would I think someone is cute when I think they're a dick?" I asked him.

"Language!" Patton snapped.

"Right right," I said.

"You might still~," Janus told me, grinning.

"I haven't had a crush on anyone since I was 5, when I realized love was stupid for most people," I told him. He rolled his eyes, tossing the ball in the air again.

"The only example you had were your parents," he told me.

"A father too weak to defend himself and a mother who was insane and killed her sister, mother, mother-in-law, and herself mere days after my 6th birthday," I scoffed. "And attempted murdering her sister-in-law and her own daughters, succeeding with one."

"..Right," Janus said slowly. "Well, now there's better examples everywhere, showing that love is even meant for someone as cold-hearted and rough as you," he continued. I looked at him and Patton.

"He's kinda right, Lo," Patton muttered.

"I've learned that people don't even have the cold," I said, going into my bag and grabbing my book.

"You're not hiding in your book this time," Patton then said, taking my book and bag. I glared before folding my arms and leaning back in my chair.

"What do you want to know now? I've told you my childhood before, how Luca and I grew up, my teen years up to now, and how people have treated m-" I was saying.

"Your emotions, Logan, your emotions," Janus cut me off.

I immediately looked at him.

"..What?" I asked.

"Emotions, Logan," he told me.

I glared at them.

"The teacher isn't here and half the students are skipping," he then said.

"I refuse to speak about emotions in public," I said slowly and firmly.

"It'll be fine," Janus groaned.

"Oh look! It's the short, Sophomore Journalist girl!" I heard someone announce, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood fast.

"Roman?" Patton asked.

"Hey Patton," he hummed, walking over and plopping in the seat next to me.

"You're taking Calculus AB?" Patton asked.

"Yep, and turns out she's here too," Roman then said, pointing at me. "Mostly seniors and juniors here," he then said.

I looked at the wall, completely away from him. I hated when people mentioned that I was the youngest one in this class. I was younger than the majority of Freshmen even. Most were already 15 going to 16 by February, I just turned 15 in November.

"She's really smart, she deserves to be in here," Janus then said.

"Alright then, how old are you then? 16? 17?" Roman asked, leaning against my desk. I slowly looked at him, sighing.

"15.." I muttered.

"It's January right now, you'll be sixteen in a few months then?" He asked, almost mockingly. I balled my hands into fists.

"I'm sixteen in November," I muttered even softer.

"What was that?" He asked again.

"I'm sixteen in November, dumbass," I snapped.

"Whoa no need to be hostile youngster," he said, hands up.

"Logan chill, he's just the new student," Janus said, throwing the paper ball in the air.

I kept a harsh glare on Roman though.

"Right, I just wanna learn," Roman then said, just trying to mock me. I stared at the wall again.

"So, heard some rumors rather quickly," Roman then said questionly, facing Janus and Patton now.

"What rumors?" Patton questioned.

"Oh, things like that two teachers were screwing like rabbits in a couple of classrooms, a boy's nudes were photoshopped into pictures with kittens, a girl slept with the entire football team," he began. I got up immediately, going to grab my bag when Janus made me sit back down.

"That last one isn't true at all, that one is about Logan and the only reason it came up is that someone saw the football team go to her house, but her brother is the leader of the team and they needed extra time for planning," Patton quickly explained.

"Well, that's certainly interesting," Roman commented.

"We don't talk about it," Janus then said.

"How do you and Patton know each other?" I suddenly asked, staring at Roman.

"We were friends in middle school, up in North Carolina before he moved. My family just moved and so happens we went to the same high school, now tell me, how do you two know each other?" He then asked.

"Through a friend, Janus, actually," I said slowly.

"Then how did you two meet?" He then asked.

"Through another friend, Vivian," I snapped.

"My brother met her earlier, she was nice I heard."

"I wouldn't care."

"How'd you and Vivian become friends?"

"Through my brother."

"Loner it seems."

I grew tense, staring at him.

"I don't find making many friends at once is beneficial," I snapped.

"Well looks like you're coming out of your shell."

"I'd rather wear pink than do that completely."

"Clearly, you're wearing a black skirt, darkest blue shirt, and a black cardigan."

"It's comfortable."

"It's creepy. And weird."

"You're voice is weird."

"You're face is weird,"

"Okay!" Patton intervened. I looked away at the wall.

"Feelings got hurt?" Roman made a fake pouting sound.

"I'd choke my brother before feeling something such as sadness," I snapped.

"Stop!" Janus yelled. "Jesus Christ tension is thick enough for a knife to cut through."

I scoffed.

"You're just mad that I have a prettier face."

"I won't hesitate to grab the knife out of the teacher's drawer, made for protection, and cut your dick off," I snapped harshly.

"OKAY!" Patton hollered, grabbing me and dragging me away basically.

I only speak that way to protect something that's been shattered enough..

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