Kelling Academy: Fighter

Chapter Four SAMMY

I liked the new kid. Well, I liked him as much as I could like anybody.

He sat in the same area as the last two classes, me and Micky sat behind him while James and Cameron sat in front of him. Not a single kid sat beside him.

He had so many different expressions on his face that it was hard to tell what he was feeling. The huge and jagged scar on his face stretched when he moved his lips, making every feature on his tan face stand out. He had unnaturally bright green eyes, thick black eyebrows, and black hair with white and purple streaks pulled up into a bun. He was wearing a grungy black shirt and faded blue jeans. His Converse were worn, taped up with duck tape, his backpack in even worse condition. Why'd he even carry the thing around when there were so many holes in it?

He managed to keep his mouth shut the entire class period and instead of running out of the class or walking out with clenched fists when the bell rang, he walked over to Micky.

"Is it dinner?"

Micky looked over at James. He usually knew these kinds of things.

"You mean lunch, don't you?" James asked Jed.

"Um," Jed said, scratching his head. "De second meal?"

James nodded. "Yeah."

Jed smiled. "Den yes!"

Micky smiled. "Cool! You wanna sit with us?"

Jed's eyes flicked to me and then back to Micky. "Sure. Is it free?"

Micky nodded. "Yeah, they don't charge you."

Jed smiled widely. "Good, cause I don't got no money."

"Yo, boys!" Cameron yelled, standing by the door with James. "You coming?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Miss Bossy-Pants."

Cameron flipped me off and walked out of the door once we were by her. "I'm not bossy."

James fell beside Jed. "Is your scar from a knife?"

Jed looked down at James. "Uh, yeah, why?"

Micky patted his shoulder. "James just likes to know stuff, Jed."

Jed smiled. "Cool."

James contained his questions for about a second before he burst.

"Do you have OCD? And anger issues? And are you autistic by any chance?"

Cameron smacked James' head. "You can't ask that!"

"Why not?" James and Jed asked at the same time.

Cameron smacked her forehead and groaned. "Oh, God! Now there's two of you!"

Micky snickered. "It's not socially except able."

I nodded. "Don't ask why," I said when I saw them open their mouths.

Jed shrugged. "Ask me whatever, James. I gots anger issues, and I don't got no clue if I'm on the spectrum or got that OCD thang."

James nodded. "Thank you. And how did you get the scar?"

We walked into the cafeteria, grabbing a tray and sitting at one of the free tables on the Purple's side. Jed shoved half of his sandwich in his mouth, chewing it and then swallowing.

"I don't really want tah answer that."

James looked like he was going to say something else, but Cameron slapped her hand over his mouth. "That's alright."

Jed smiled again. "Thanks."

Micky smiled and patted Jed's shoulder. "No problem, man."

James peeled Cameron's hand off his mouth. "Germs. Germs are gross."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "Sorry James."

James rubbed his mouth and mumbled, "It's alright."

I cleared my throat. "Jed."

Jed swallowed another chunk of food, already halfway done with his plate. "Yes?"

"I want you to join my team..."