The Price of a Life.

Chapter Nine.

Landon's POV

Let's just say that the first day of high school is different for everyone. Landon could feel his jeans digging into his thighs uncomfortably, his glasses weird on his face. His shirt hung loosely on his frame, not bothering to grab a fitting shirt when he'd woken up.

Standing at the gates to the school, he could hear people chatting and yelling on the school grounds. He was close to just saying fuck it, turning around and giving up.

He was stopped when Lillian led him and the others into the main school building.
"Hey, does this school have a coffee shop nearby?" He asked, and Natasha nodded

"I saw one round the corner. Why?" He smiled, and Lillian slapped his arm a bit.
"You're not skipping your first day of school to sit in a coffee shop." He frowned, tapping Lillian's head in retaliation.

"Why not?" He asked, and Lillian gave him a look of you know why! The group split up after a while, and he headed over to the school's canteen. Or cafeteria, as the Americans called it. Landon was British and hated the way Americans said certain things.

He was relieved to see that the canteen was open, and he scanned the options. Everything sounded or looked like shit, so he chose instead to actually go to his first lesson when the bell rang.

He checked his arm, seeing which lessons Lillian had been able to get him into for the day. He had history first. Dammit.

He made his way to the right room, pausing at the door to fix his bag and hair. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door and walking in. The class turned to look at him, and he contemplated going to the coffee shop instead.

The teacher was a nice-looking man who got up from his desk and told them to stand in front of the class.
"This is our new transfer student, Landon." Landon raised his hand a but in an awkward wave.

The class mumbled quick hi's before going back to their original conversations. The teacher introduced himself as Mr Pane and told him to sit next to a boy with black hair near the back.

He sat in his seat quickly, putting his head on his arms. He answered his name in the register. The name Nicolas popped up, and he was shocked to see that the guy he was next to was Nicolas.

Well, it looked like he'd found the guy they were looking for. He sat up a bit more properly, still slumped in his seat as the teacher handed out worksheets.

After 10 minutes of relative quiet in the classroom, the students were allowed to discuss again. Landon hesitated before nudging the guy next to him and asking quietly,
"Hey, do you know the answer for number 6?"

The boy, Nicolas, looked at him weirdly before shaking his head.
"Nah. I haven't done the work either." Nicolas went to show him his paper, which had just the letters IDK on every answer box.

Landon nodded and decided to get this over and done with.
"I'm Landon. And you are?" He asked, pushing his paper to the side.
"Nicolas."

Landon internally scowled. Just how uninterested was this guy? He kept himself contained before asking,
"Do you want to hang out?" He silently prayed to whatever God was listening for a good answer.

"Sure. When?" Landon almost cheered. He paused before answering with a little smile.
"You willing to skip our next lesson?" He watched Nicolas consider this before nodding.

"I'm good with that. Where are we going?" The class was still talking, and Landon felt a bit more confident in speaking to Nicolas properly.
"I saw a coffee shop nearby on my way here this morning. I was wondering if you'd want to be there for my first time."