Story of Our Lives

Chapter Three

Nate POV

I walked into my third period, headphones blasting my music in my ears, and sat down in my seat towards the back of the class. Ignoring all the stares from my classmates, I put my bag on the floor, pulling out my binder full of paper and pens, turning down my music as the bell rang.

Teacher: Alright class. We're going to have a study hall period today due to an incident that occurred earlier today. So do what you like, but keep the volume level down please.

With that, she let us loose, everyone starting to their own thing. I opened my binder and turned my music back up, loud enough for me to hear, but not too loud for everyone to here. I started to write stuff on my paper, my feet moving along with the beat. I slowly started to zone out when I saw a hand tap on my desk, my head rising to look up. Pulling out one of my headphones, I looked up at the guy who was with us earlier, his headphones around his neck and glasses on top of his head.

Me: Yeah?

Guy: You mind if I sit here?

He mentioned to the empty desk in front of me and I nodded, his hand turning the chair around and sitting on it. I let both of my headphones dangle down my shirt as he ran a hand through his already messy hair, a sigh of frustration leaving his mouth.

Me: You stressed out?

Guy: What do you think? We're being blamed for something that we don't even know how it happened in the first place. So yeah. I'm stressed the fuck out.

He groaned into his hands and I sighed, putting my glasses on my desk and rubbing my eyes, the guy looking up at me.

Me: Look. I can't even understand how big this is right now, but what I do know is that I can't sit by and let us be framed for something completely out of our control.

He nodded and I put hands on his shoulders, his head rising slowly.

Me: I'm promising you that we can clear our names, but we can't do it alone. We need help to do this.

Guy: Yeah, but who would want to help us. After all, people think we are the ones who did it.

Me: Well we do have people we can ask, but I'm telling you right now, we will get through this. Together.

He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, and nodded, my hands falling to my desk again. He opened his eyes and leaned down, pulling a laptop out of his backpack, balancing it on his lap.

Me: What's your name? I forgot to ask.

Mark: Oh yeah. I'm Mark and as you can tell by how I look, I'm an electronics nerd.

He turned on his laptop and I nodded, holding out my hand for him to shake.

Me: Well I don't care what you are, right now your someone who understands what's going on. I'm Nate.

He glanced down at my hand, eyes looking up at my face. I grinned slightly and he smiled back, pulling his glasses back on and shaking my hand as the bell rang.

Morgan POV

I walked out of my class as the lunch bell rang, eyes red from crying and my headphones keeping me from hearing all the comments from the people around me. I hugged my sketchbook close to my chest as I walked down the hallway, stopping at my locker to grab my lunch. I grabbed my bag and closed my locker door, turning around to walk away when a foot stretched out under me, my body falling forward as I tripped over it, my stuff flying everywhere. Laughter hit my ears above me and I looked up, Nicole from Choir laughing down at me.

Nicole: Wow. You actually are a bitch, hurting a poor Sophomore like that and with no remorse for her sister as well.

I let my hair cover my face as I reached out trying to grab my stuff, but she kept hitting out of my hands, my face starting to be stained with tears again. I was about to give up when a voice called out her name, Nicole turning around to look at the person who said it.