Ryan let out a small annoyed huff as he hurriedly walked down the hall, frantically looking for a set of numbers on the wall that match the set on his paper.
Ryan had just moved to Las Vegas last week and was new to the school. Since he's new, there was supposed to be a student to help show him around. But eventually after no one showed they told him to find the class himself. As a result, he was now most definitely late.
He slightly smiled to himself as he finally found his class. He took a breath before he opened the door. Instantly all eyes were on him, not that he was really surprised by that. As he walked further into the room he could hear some kids laugh at what he could only assume was his appearance based on how kids have taken his eyeliner and skinny jeans in the past. He really hoped that this wouldn't be as bad as his last school.
"Ah, you must be our new student," The teacher started. "I'm Mr Way, care to introduce yourself to the class?"
Ryan really didn't want to, but he knew he had no choice in the matter so he introduced himself anyways. "Well, my name is Ryan and I recently moved here from Fallon."
"Very good," Mr. Way smiled. "You can go ahead and take a seat at the back table with Brendon."
He looked in the direction where the teacher pointed to see his assigned partner. A small blush spread across his face when he saw how nice the other boy looked. As he started walking to his new spot he heard a kid quietly say "fag" at him. 'How original' he thought, rolling his eyes. Besides that, though, he made it to his spot with no complications.
Brendon smiled at him as he sat down and held out his hand. "I'm Brendon!"
"Ryan," he replied before shyly shaking his hand. Brendon opened his mouth to add on but quickly got cut off by the teacher.
"Today in class we will be starting out with our sketchbook entries. Today's theme is about how your week has been and what you have accomplished."
"So what's your biggest darkest secret?" Brendon dramatically asked.
Kinda a weird question to ask someone you just met, but he decided he would answer Brendon anyways. Ryan thought for a minute 'well i am new here and this guy doesn't even know me so..' "Umm im gay." Ryan said, hoping brendon wouldn't crush him with his fist.
Brendon smiled widely. "For real? Me too!! Gay squad!"
Ryan stared blankly at brendon. "Umm yeah.. I guess." Ryan turned over and opened his notebook and started writing. Brendon seemed very strange to ryan.
Brendon suddenly gasped, causing Ryan to stop writing and to look at the other boy. Brendon's eyes were glued to Ryan's notebook.
"You write lyrics?!" Brendon exclaimed.
"Uh I mean it's more like poetry but yeah," Ryan responded.
"I write too!" Brendon said. "Do you wanna see?"
"Sure," Ryan replied with a smile.
Brendon flipped a couple pages before passing his notebook over to Ryan.
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes
"Oh!" Ryan said. "These are, uh, really good!"
"Really? Can I read yours? Please?" Brendon gave Ryan this really stupid pout. Ryan internally sighed, he didn't want to but he also didn't wanna seem like a douche.
"Sure," he said, a grimace on his face. He handed Brendon his notebook with a slightly shaking hand. While Brendon read, he decided to keep looking at Brendon's notebook. There was this one called Sarah Smiles that wasn't too bad, but a majority of them were about Las Vegas?
"Bro," Brendon said. "These are like, so fucking good."
I know. "Thanks," Ryan said.
"No, genuinely," Brendon said. "Have you ever considered starting a band? Like these are so good."
"Well," Ryan started. "I mean I've thought about doing it for guitar, but I haven't really ever been sure about using my lyrics."
"Your lyrics would be incredible! No pressure, but if you were ever down I have a band with my buddies Jon and Spencer and we could use another member," Brendon said with a large grin. Ryan found himself grinning back. Brendon was.. odd.. but weirdly endearing.
Soon the bell rang and the rest of Ryan's day was pretty uneventful. He liked his English teacher Mr. Wentz and his music teacher Mr. Stump, but his environmental science teacher Mr. Iero was a very strange man. When Ryan laid down for bed that night he found himself quickly falling asleep.
