You Keep Me Centered

Chapter 2

Hesitantly, I snatched the note when the teacher looked away. Opening it slowly, I read it in my head. Marcus was always some type of retard.

New girl seems like trouble, huh? He had scribbled in dark blue pen. I reached for my pencil and quickly jotted my response.

I'm sure she's cool. I can see some good in her under all the gothic makeup. That was my response. I slid the note back to Marcus and watched him read it. He looked over at me and shook his head as if saying 'I don't know, dude'.

The rest of class ticked by slowly, but I was relieved when it ended. We all gathered our stuff and people rushed out the doors to be with friends or get to class early. I took my time to put everything back inside of my backpack in the order it was in. A jolt went through my body as a hand clamped onto my shoulder. Turning my head, I looked at the new girl, and another shiver shook up my insides.

"You can help me get to class, right?" Rocky had asked, raising an eyebrow as she slung a single strap over her shoulder. I gulped down a small lump in my throat as I nodded quietly, putting on my bookback the way it should be with both straps. I took a small peek at her schedule, and apparently we had some classes together.

"Oh, you have history with me next," I quietly explained. "Just follow me majority of the day."

"Sweet," Rocky replied with a slight smirk. We made our way out of the classroom, and apparently Rocky tried to strike up some sort of conversation. "So, what's your placement around this dump?" She asked, putting a new strip of gum in her mouth.

The thought of my placement made me sigh. "Nerd. I'm surprised you didn't automatically get that," I replied. Watching her shake her head, it made me grunt. I was so much of a nerd, people would know it from the start.

"Oh, no. I knew. I just wanted to make sure I was right," the gothic girl responded, looking around at the people who pass us by. Every so often I would wave at a friend. "For a nerd, you got quite a few friends."

"Us dorks stick together I guess," I sighed out as we walked, holding my book tighter to my chest. I quickly stopped walking when Rocky pointed at a boy standing at his locker from afar. He was tall and dark tan, with his hair puffy and black. His eyes were a soothing dark brown and his deep voice melts exteriors instantly. That was Bryan for ya I guess...

"Bih, who is that piece of sexiness?" Rocky asked, quickly snapping her gaze in my direction. I hesitated, my cheeks heating to glow a light pink.

"That's Bryan..." I responded, looking down and continuing to walk. I continued to speak when Rocky began to follow again. "I never really got his last name, though. He doesn't really know much of my existence.."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"He knows me as that quiet, smart, socially awkward kid that sits in front of him in computer class. He doesn't know my name," I shrugged it off. It didn't really matter that he knew my name or not. Sure I thought he was amazingly stunning, but I had another person to worry about.

"How do you know that?" Rocky asked, running her fingers through her hair. My face twisted into a certain facial expression of very slight annoyance. She sure asks a lot of questions...

"Trust me, he's in a higher social status..." I muttered. "Why would he take the time to know someone like me?" Though before any of Rocky's responses, I had cut her off with a sigh of relief, swinging open a door. "Here's our class."

"This discussion ain't over," Rocky playfully told me, flashing another grin. "We're gonna become good friends."

"I don't doubt that," I sighed, walking into the class after her. My stomach churned at her last sentence, as if being her friend wasn't the best thing to do. But once again, I pushed it away and decided to see for myself