Problematic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 2

-Edited-

Lachlan's POV

I was uncomfortable under everyone's observing eyes, shifting many times in hopes that they would get the message and stop.

I caught sight of a girl twirling her hair between her fingers, and she sent a wink at me with a flirty smile, but I had to hold back from gagging.

A few guys kept glaring daggers at me as their girlfriends seemed to be too caught up in checking me from head to toe, and I honestly hated that I was a threat in any shape or form to their relationship. I didn't even go for the opposite sex.

I could hear the whispers and stares of the boys beside me, and I was nervous under their wandering eyes. I didn't want to slip up, much less sneeze, in front of these people.

Mrs. Marshall had sat down at her desk and clasped her fingers together with an ever gentle smile, "Class, I will give us all a free day today to speak and get to know one another better. Social skills are key, am I right?" A few class members answered, but I was too focused on begging I was just left alone by the group beside me that had began to stare at me more than speak. They acted as if I were some strange, rare species that no one has seen for years.

"Hello, new bait," a British accent startled me, and I jerked my eyes to the boy's direction and nearly shattered to pieces when I saw it was Vikk. I refrained from saying something back as I looked back at the front with a new strange feeling of annoyance radiating through my frame. I began to rub my temples, feeling the pound of a head ache appear out of nowhere.

"Does the poor boy not like our nickname for him?" This time, the accent was not British, rather it was American. I noticed quickly that it had to of been Jerome as he was smirking as he leaned closer.

I inhaled sharply, becoming agitated from the headache and the added torment of the five boys. "Is the baby scared?" Vikk laughed, and I fought to hold back the anger rising in my chest and soul.  I couldn't let such childish acts frustrate me.

I felt a nudge at my shoulder, and I turned to see Rob smirking right in my face, our noses close to bumping. He laughed at something, sitting back down, and I let my eyebrows knit together in un-amusement and annoyance.

As they cackled like hyenas, my eyes caught those of Mitch's, and I saw the pure look of guilt and shame cloud his orbs as he watched them torment me quietly. We stared at one another for what felt like hours before I shook my head at him, at the group of boys, and looked back to the front.

Pokes turned to nudges and shoves, and all the while they laughed and whispered mockery amongst themselves.

"Aw, are you too deaf to hear us? Poor baby," one mocked, and I could only close my eyes painfully and lay my head down on the desk. "Just contain yourself," I tried to assure myself, but it was quickly ruined as Jerome decided to speak up and say, "Does the Aussie talk to himself? How pathetic."

By this point, my blood was boiling, and it wasn't normally like myself to become so enraged like this. It's not like they were being verbally mean, but the teasing is what got me. It's not even that they were mean, it was the fact they were downright annoying and immature.

As if adding evidence to my mental statement, I was kicked to the shin and left muttering, "I can't," as if it were some chant. I jerked up so fast from the seat of my desk that it nearly toppled to the ground. I hurried to the front and was practically fuming.

"May I please go to the toilets and calm myself?" I whispered quietly through clenched teeth, yet my voice was like venom, and she nodded quickly.