Never before [Noco]

Lunch

 
Noahs pov

    Cody wasn't in any of my other classes so far. He left me on a cliffhanger in home room this morning, though I suppose it was somewhat my fault. Whatever, like I said, not in the mood. This school has slop for lunch too, although I don't even know if this classifies as slop. It's more like a gray hairball. The chef, a large, and muscular black man, seemed more like an army general than a chef. I sat down at the table farthest from anyone, and see Cody.

    "He better not be trying to come over here," I mumble under my breath. He looks at me, then goes to sit with a a large, blonde man child, an uptight looking brunette and her punk boyfriend.

    I was just about to "dig in", when the principal came in. He was a tall man, with blackish gray hair, a turquoise shirt and greenish brown cargo pants.

  "Aaaalright campers! I mean- students! I have a very important announcement for you all!"

    First of all, this guy was waaaay too energetic. Second of all, campers? What does this guy think this is, some stupid reality tv show where we're all at some summer camp, doing stupid challenges to win a hundred grand? The principal continued.

    "Everyone must sign up for an extra curricular or you won't get full credit for this semester!"

    God. This asshat.

Cody's pov

    After the principal left, I look over at Noah. I never really realized, but he's really handsome.

    I mean- NO NO NO NO. NOT in that way.  It's just, his hair is really pretty, dark brown, and shiny, and his dark chocolate eyes, that become a golden honey color if the sun hits them just right, and-

    I feel my face start to get hot. Ugh. Maybe I'll try to talk to him later, if we have anymore classes together, but for now, I need to decide what extra curricular I'm going to do. I was considering band, or maybe orchestra, but I wouldn't be able to learn an instrument. And no way I'm doing FACS. I'll NEVER live that down. And computer solutions doesn't seem good, I'm not a computer nerd like Harold. And I'm not in good enough shape for a sport, so that leaves mainly art..

    I consider it, and it doesn't seem like too bad of an option for me, so art it is! We have to go see the teacher who's class we want to join, so I head to the art room.

    I step in, and start to examine it. It's full of color, and there are murals painted by the other students on the walls. This seems like the perfect place for me!! I step into the room where you need to go to sign up, and I see kilts, which somehow already have clay in them.

    "Hello there!" I jump, as I wasn't paying attention.

    "AH!"

     "Whoops! Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya. I'm Ms. Guerrier, but you can call me Ms. G. I'm assuming you're here to sign up for art?"

    "Uh, yep!" I try to match her energy.

    "Wonderful! Don't worry, no paperwork required. You don't even need a ride home, we have a late bus here! Anyways, we have our first meeting this afternoon. There'll be more info then!"

    "A—alright!! I'll be there!"

    "Well, I'll see you then! You should probably get a move on, the bell will ring soon!"

    "Bye Ms. G!"