High School Psychopath

Chapter 7 - Starting Point

Peter didn't know what change in him during the past five days but he felt like never before. He no longer felt the icy grip of hopelessness and despair that used to suffocate his life. He felt optimistic and hopeful towards himself and his future. He felt so good that even Mrs. Morris didn't feel like a total bitch.

"Class I expect top quality work from every single one of you. I gave you a week to complete this project and I will not hear any excuse from anyone. Peter I hope you didn't waste your time like always," Mrs. Morris told the class specifically signaling him out but that didn't bother him at all.

"This will only count for fifty percent of your grade; the other half will depend on your media presentation on the subject. I don't care if you have low self-esteem or stage fright, everyone will stand up here and present in front of the entire class tomorrow."

He passed his typed report forward along with everyone else. Now all he had to was present in front of a class of sleepy and bored teenagers. This would've normally been hell for him, his stage fright and lack of communication skills making him a blabbering, nervous wreck. However, he had a feeling that tomorrow things would be different.

Class ended and Peter navigated through the swarm of teenagers that shuffled from one class to the next, pushing and shoving each other out of the way. This scene was repeated two more times before he found himself standing in line to get his lunch, the odor of hurriedly smashed, together "ingredients" drifting toward his nostrils. His plate was splattered with school "food" and he began heading towards his table before being called out by a melodic voice.

"Hey Peter why don't you sit with us?" Amelia asked, inviting him to the table where everyone wanted to sit, the popular table.

"Are you sure about that Amelia?" he asked warily knowing full well that he wouldn't be welcomed by the other popular.

"I'm sure now let's go." She said while grabbing his hand and guiding him toward her table.

As soon as he sat down he drew the attention of everyone already sitting down. He stood out like a sore thumb next to the perfectly dressed school elite. They stared at him like if he had gone crazy, how dare he sit with them their faces said. Sweat began to roll down his forehead as he was dissected by their glares.

"Hey guys this is Peter and Peter these guys are Zack, Butch and Michael, and these girls are Rachel, Emily and Kimberly," Amelia introduced them with a smile; "I hope we can all be friends."

"Umm...hello I'm Peter," he muttered nervously wanting to show his good manners.

"We know Amelia introduced you already," Rachel, a red haired beauty said with a displeased face.

"Oh right sorry," he apologized already regretting sitting with them.

"So why are you here Peter? I think your table is all the way over there with the rest of your kind," Zack told him with scorn while pointing towards the loser table.

He was about to pick up his plate and leave when he felt a hand push him back on his seat. He turned around and saw Amelia with a frown on her face.

"I invited Peter over here thinking we could all be friends and yet you're being extremely rude to my guest," she said surprising him and the rest of the school elite.

"Hey no we didn't mean it like that Amelia we are just not comfortable with strangers," Zack said nervously trying to please Amelia.

"Yeah and what's with inviting him...we don't even know him," Rachel added without even facing him.

"Well he is my friend and I wanted to introduce him to my other friends," Amelia firmly said and ended the topic.

"Okay we get it Amelia. Anyway poor Zack's his cute little dog disappeared!" Rachel said shifting the conversion to Zack.