The Supernatural Can't Exist

Chapter 3

What I called torture was wrapped into one word, math. It was boring, it was repetitive and all the same problems with different numbers, this wasn't exactly my idea of learning, this is more like programming into a young moldable mind. Although it was sophomore work it was still just review. Alice and I had all the same classes so we sat in the back with our friend James and talked through class, when I wasn't busy daydreaming. That was, until there was a knock on the classroom door, and Ms.Smith the assistant principal walked in with a new student trailing behind, and once again as luck would have it the only seat open was next to me, and then the introduction began.
"This, Mrs.Soroe, is your new student, Mathew Sinclair."
"Hello Mathew," my teacher said with her innocent demeanor, "Please take the seat next to Mary, and get out your binder. Mary please tell Mathew the binder sections and fill him in on what we are doing right now."
"Hello, obviously you have learned by now that my name is Mary. So did you just move here or were you homeschooled or wer...."
He raised his hand just enough for me to get the message to be quiet, but I proceeded to fill him in.
"Well, right now we're just reviewing all of our geometry not...."
"Do you wanna know something?"
"What?"
He leaned in and gestured for me to do the same and then he said, "I couldn't care less about what you or the clown upfront has to say."
With that I finally stopped trying and simply sat quietly hopping that this would be the only hour of the day where I would be near him, and I began wondering what his back story was. Honestly it's a bit cliché to be that new kid who is mysterious and carefree. Hey, who was I too judge, I was a shy, nerd with a very small group of friends, and that is just as cliche, especially since I wasn't on good terms with the "in crowd".

I truly believed that at this point the great all-knowing would be fair to me for once and luck would grant me one wish, and I prayed he wouldn't be in any of my other classes because there was an empty seat next to me in all of them.

But because of being who I am, luck was never really a good friend of mine, and fate was just a word that was unkind to me at every possible opportunity to mess with me in any way possible. And as fate, the bane of my existence, would have it he was in every one of classes, sitting next to me. As if this wasn't enough, he also had the same classes as me for the next semester when we switched classes.