My Lion. || BXB

chapter three.

bringing up my knuckle to knock on the classroom door, my nerves started to settle in once again. maybe if the two people i had actually met at this school hadn't told me that this teacher was a mouthful i wouldn't be as scared, but they did. so here i was, debating if i should even open the door.

"are you coming in, son?!" a loud voice echoed through the walls and i flinched backwards in confusion. my eyes trailed across the walls, how did they?—

well fuck, theres a line of windows exposing my awkward posture to the classroom full of students. this room was different to miss munfords, all the desks were facing the wall i was standing at, meaning all eyes were on me.

dark red blush spread across my cheeks and ears as i swallowed deeply. i need to just get this over with. so with a deep breath, i twisted the doorknob and took a step in.
"hello..." my voice was quiet, but i tried my best to come across confident.

"are you in this class?" the teacher, who i knew to be mr barsphile, folded his arms rather cockily. i held back at scowl at his aura, but kept my opinions to myself.
"well yes." wasn't that obvious?

mr basphile let out a bored sigh, and begun clicking away at his computer. i stayed stuck in my spot, wondering if i was supposed to sit down or what. i felt the stares of all the curious students wondering upon my body, and i wondered if i looked like a deer in headlights to them.
"name?" the older man said, maintaining eye contact with his computer.
"hunter thompson." i said, fiddling with my fingers with one of my hands. i kept my gaze on the teacher as he scanned his computer screen.

"i have huntley thompson in my class." he said, and i couldn't even suppress my eyeroll at that. was this guy stupid? obviously that was me.
"yep." i said, deliberately popping the 'p'.
"right then huntley, go sit down." he said, finally turning his head up to look back at me. i nodded wordlessly, and then turned to the set of desks before me.

i suppose i could just sit wherever, so i scanned the rows for an empty seat, and eventually found one. it was in the second row on the end, and a part of me was glad the desks were singular as i liked my personal space. i started walking towards the seat, and then sat my ass down. a sigh escaped my lips, and i wondered if my cheeks were still pink.

while i took my bag off my shoulder to drop on the floor underneath my new desk, i took the time to glance around me to see all the other students. besides me was a blonde boy with black glasses balancing carefully on his nose. he had a pointy nose and pale skin, but then i noticed he was looking back at me.

thankfully, he offered me a half smile which eased my worries slightly. i nodded back to him, returning the kind gesture before twisting my head to face the front. i promised myself i'd try do good in school, i wanted so bad to impress my dad. i wanted him to know he could trust me to go to school and i wanted him to know i was better now. i can do this.

"huntley." mr barsphile spoke loudly, and i flinched at the mention of my name. fuck, what did he say?
"um— yes?" i asked awkwardly, my leg awkwardly shaking.
"the answer to the question, tell me." he spoke almost as if he was challenging me. his tone was sharp and i shuddered with embarrassment. what sort of a rubbish first day is this?

"what was the question?" no matter how much i tried to seem confident, inside i was shitting myself.
mr barsphile sighed, "where was shakespeare born? a quick, easy question for your first day."
shakespeare... where was he born? bloody hell i have no clue. the old sod has been dead for years how should i know!

"um." i mumbled.
"psst.. stratford-upon-avon." a voice said from besides me, and i side eyed him to notice it was the blonde boy who had previously smiled at me. thank the lord.
"stratford upon avon." i said, smiling cheekily at the older man.

barsphile seemed satisfied with my answer, clearly oblivious to the fact i cheated. "well done, that's correct." i nodded silently at the teacher, a proud smile lingering on my lips.

after the teacher had moved on to harass the next poor student, i took the time to thank the blondie who had saved my ass then.
"pssst.." i whispered back at him, my eyes focusing on his. the boy turned to face me, "thank you." i said.
"its no worries." he whispered back to me, now he was grinning happily. "i'm cormac murphy."
"nice to meet you, i'm hunter thompson." i nodded to him, and smiled in making a new friend.

cormac seemed nice, he had a friendly irish accent that i immediately noticed and had light blonde hair with lovely brown eyes that matched mine. black glasses rested on his face and he looked pretty posh too. his tie was as straight as can be and his shirt was tucked into his straight legged trousers. a warm smile lingered on his face as he turned from me to look back at the teacher.

the rest of the lesson flew by pretty well, and i managed to keep up with what mr barsphile said. as we were all standing up and packing away our stuff, my new friend, cormac, turned to me.
"do you want me to show you to your next class?" he asked me, and i looked up at him in a state of thankfulness.
"please, god." i nodded happily, pulling out my schedule from my blazer pocket and passing it over to cormac.

he started reading the paper as many other students left the room to head for their next lesson. me and cormac stayed behind, and eventually he looked up to me and handed the paper back.
"you have art next, mr ajayi is a sweetheart so you'll probably enjoy it. follow me." he said while walking out the room, and i quickly scurried after him.

we walked down the mostly empty halls, probably because i had made both of us late, while getting to know eachother.
"so you're from ireland, i pressume?"
"ah, the accent gave it away then?" he chuckled, ruffling his blonde hair around slightly, "yeah i lived in ireland for the first fifteen years of my life, moved to the US when my parents passed so i had to go live with my auntie and step-uncle." he said, and my breath hitched in my throat at that.

"oh- wow i'm sorry for your loss, mate." i said, offering him a pat on the back. he downwards-smiled at me, shrugging his shoulders "it's alright."
"hm." i mumbled, not really knowing what to say after that. we walked in silence for a few moments until we stopped outside yet another classroom.

"this is the art room." he said, opening the door quietly so nobody inside the room would notice. i took a peep inside, and it was one of the coolest classrooms i had ever seen. there was graffiti all over the walls, and many open windows to add to the atmosphere. a gentle chatter covered the room as everyone was getting along. "goodluck, it'll be fine don't worry."
"yeah, thanks for showing me the way. and uh— sorry for making you late." i awkwardly laughed, but cormac didn't seem to
mind thankfully.

"have fun in your lesson yeah? and uh, if you don't have anyone to hang out with at break feel free to come see me and my lads, we'll be in the cafeteria." he invited me, and i couldn't be more glad.
"yeah, thanks." i grinned, and then walked into the room with my eyes wide open.