The boy on my block

Edjucation

First day of school! Is it weird to say I'm a little excited? Like not super excited, it's still school, but I'm pretty excited to meet new people. My old school wasn't quite for me. It was located in a pretty remote area, so there really was no alternative too. It had around 200 students, which is very very little. I knew everyone. I liked almost nobody. I'm not a spiteful person at all, I make friends easily, and I did, sure, but they were all "friends" I couldn't ever have a deeper conversation with than the average gossip. With that little students locked up in a hall connected to a cafeteria and a few classrooms, in total not bigger than a fancy house, shit spreads very quickly. Guess how I felt when I discovered I was the only gay guy. Romance wasn't in it for me, so like my mom, I focused on art instead. The art program you ask? Absolute bullshit. I've learnt more from the sheer boredom of math class than art class in the years I spent at that school.
I walk into the new building, and the first thing I'm noticing in the fucking size of this thing. It's about ten or eleven times bigger than my previous school. I hope that means ten times the gays too, cause I can't be single forever. The cafeteria is huge. I'm talking a football field. There's five ladies preparing for the lunches of the day, and somehow, it's smells awesome. I brought an extra ten dollars with me in case I needed to go to Whole Foods or something in between classes. Won't be needing that. I check my phone to figure out how to get to my first class. I'm walking into my class. I noticed how polished the building is. Every single floor, wall, and ceiling is absolutely spotless. I don't even know how I'm going to survive here. I'm not a city girl at all. At my old school, if there was a new kid, everybody would immediately look back. But here, with the school of this size, no one even cares I'm new. There don't seem to be any apparent friend groups, everybody's just minding their own business. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On one side, it's nice. On the other side, it feels kind of lonely. I walk into English class, and sit at an empty table pair. I don't expect anyone to sit next to me, but someone does.
"First day?" He asks me. "Well, yes? But how do you even know that?" I ask him back. "You look the part". "What's that supposed to mean?" "You just look like it's your first day." "What makes me look that way then?" "Your eyes are everywhere." I don't know who this boy is, or who he thinks he is being all analyzing and stuff. Before I can say something I get interrupted by a teacher who just walked in. "Good morning class, whip your books out, come on, I want to see some fresh textbooks shine" she says. Luckily for me, we decided to move here in just the couple last days of summer. School is not just starting for me, but for everyone. "A lot of people are making new friends, it'll be easier on you" my mom said. "What's your name" he asks me as I grab my books. "Also, nice bag" he adds. I turned 15 in august, and for my birthday I got a vintage light blue shoulder bag from grandma Etta, who used to work for Yves saint laurent. She has a collection of her favourite purses and bags, but now that's she's using them less and less she passes them onto me. My wallet is the same shade of blue, and also used to be hers. "My names Quinn, and also thank you" I reply. "What's your name then" I ask.
"Noah" he says. "Nice to meet you Noah" "really nice to meet you, Quinn"