Tortured

Chapter Five

Chapter Five: Social Leper

My weekend was boring as I spent it lazing on my couch. Now, it's Monday and I have to go back to h* ll.

I woke up at 7am only to be greeted by a breakfast without bacon. In my opinion, that is no breakfast at all.

I got dressed in my black hoodie and jeans with my old tennis shoes. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. Mom had left at 6:30 to go to work so I made sure to lock the front door before I continued my journey to h*ll.

I arrived at h*ll with thirty minutes to spare before the doors seal shut at the bell. I walked to my locker. It had the big red letters still painted up from the beginning of the year. The words 'slut' and 'prostitute' making me smile.

Never have those two words or any along those lines hurt me. I'm not a slut or a prostitute. I know this, so I don't care if everyone else does or not. I've never even been a platonic relationship, let alone a romantic or s*xual one!

I open my locker and shove my bag inside before I grab my Algebra book, notebooks, and pencil bag. I slam my locker shut and nearly jump three feet in the air when I see a person at the locker next to me.

"You okay?" He asks as I lean against my locker with a hand over my poor, scared heart. I manage a nod. "I'm Tristan." He shuts his locker and leans against it. The guy looks similar to the awkward pizza dude from Saturday.

I stare at him. Is he being friendly? With me? No. That can't happen. I can't have friends.

I shake my head and rush past Tristan without saying a word. I make it to Algebra unscathed which is surprising for me.

The bell rings and I put my head down, hovering over my notebook with pen in hand. All set to take notes when the teacher says.

"Okay!" The teacher happily claps her hands together and says, "We have a new student! He should be here any second now." Just as the last words leave her mouth the door creaks open.

"I'm guessing that this is Algebra?" The door creaks shut and footsteps sound throughout the room.

"Class this is Tristan Roberts. He's new here so we have to do introductions. For both him and the rest of you! Okay. Tristan, you start!" Mrs. Anders is an overly happy forty year old math teacher. She gets kind of nauseating with all her happiness after a while.  She's started to gray, but she dies her hair an unconvincing shade of mud brown. The laugh and smile lines around her mouth are pronounced, so one would be surprised that her happiness has survived the ten years she's worked at this h*ll.

"I'm Tristan Roberts, as you've already been told. I moved from Chicago about a year ago but we've been trying to find a good school for my sister and I to go to." Keep trying, buddy. This isn't a good school. I think as he pauses. "I'm seventeen and I'm apparently smart enough for this class. Other than that, I don't know what to say so... Yeah."

The rest of the class does small introductions as well as the teacher. Mrs Anders just skips me in the introductions because she knows that I won't say anything. We've had new students before and she, and the rest of the kids in my class, stared at me for fifteen minutes as I sat in my desk mutely. She finally moved on to the next person when the top on my head wasn't visible over the top of the desk (I was shrinking down since I hate attention.).

She tells Tristan to choose any seat he wants as she finds him a textbook. His heavy footsteps echo around the room so badly that I swear they're right next to me.

I shrug in hopes that he'll leave me alone. We have seven out of nine classes together, so it would be extremity difficult to avoid him. Surprisingly, he avoids me and at the end of the school day, he avoids talking to me at our adjacent lockers. I had only caught him staring a few hundred times but since he most likely found out the I'm a social leper he'll stay away. Hopefully...

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Do you guys like Tristan so far?

Shoutout to Sjm1315  's parents for giving herTristan for a name to tell me. Thank you! I never would have came up with that! Tristan would have probably been named something like Bob had I not asked you so thanks! (I'm sure that he'd thank you too.)

Anyway... I'm gonna do something new for the next chapter so...wait for that.

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-TotalNerd23

First published on: October 12, 2015