Overlooked

Chapter 5: All Around Me Are Vulture Faces

Chapter 5: All Around Me Are Vulture Faces

By the time second period ends I'm about to pee my pants, so right as the bell rings I book it out of the room, waving quickly to Leighton. After I finish my business, having to go through the crowd of girls doing their makeup- I mean, just do it at home like me and be done with it- I make my way to class, knowing that I'm going to be just on time. 

As I walk into the room, I see that I'm one of the last people in there and that the only two seats left are next to either a girl named Janice- who I'm pretty sure doesn't know what shampoo nor toothpaste is- and one in between Craig and Dylan. So you know the obvious best option- Janice. Since I was standing here pondering though, another kid quickly scooted in and sat next to her, sending me a sheepish smile in return. Jerk. As I glare at him, the teacher steps in, telling everyone to settle down and she signals for me to sit down. Ugh! I grudgingly move towards the back corner where they are both sitting, and wait for one of them to move so that I'm not in the middle.

"Yeah?" Craig asks as I look at them expectantly.

"Can one of you move over?" I ask with as much politeness as could muster, hoping that it would get them to move.

"Nah, we're good here," Craig responds while Dylan just kind of looks at me.

I sit down with a huff, trying to pay attention to the teacher calling role. Why? Why am I all of a sudden hanging around the Vultures? And why are there only enough desks in the room for exactly the number of students? Like seriously, school, give us some options. Another thing, why would Craig and Dylan have a seat between them? Are they purposefully trying to ruin my life? Jeez, T, stop being so self centered.

"Trinket?" Mrs. Hall calls my name.

"Here," I reply.

"Unfortunately," Craig says in a high pitched voice, obviously trying to mock London.

"Wow, creative," I mutter.

"Hey, at least he was mocking. London actually thought that that was clever," Dylan remarks making me and Craig chuckle.

"Well, she's your guys' friend."

"Not entirely by choice," Craig snarks.

"Well, don't be rude," I chastise a bit, not a big fan of talking behind people's backs, even if it is London.

Before he had the chance to reply, the teacher called his name for role. After that, the teacher then started talking, going over the curriculum for the year.

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As third period went on, I somehow got more comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. How, you ask?

Well, I got more comfortable because – and I hate to say this- sitting next to them wasn't as bad as it seemed. They did actually pay attention to the lecture- with a remark every so often. I got uncomfortable though when I felt like they kept looking at me. Man, am I conceited. They probably forgot that I was even there.

Mrs. Hall was still going on about what we would be doing for the year and I was counting down the minutes until the bell would go off. Did we really need to know every little thing that we would be doing this year? Why couldn't we just do it?

"Now, for the year you guys will be partnered up for when we have projects or will be reading in class." To this news everyone either looked at their friend or groaned. I groaned.

"And don't be getting your hopes up either because I will be picking your partners for you." To this everyone groaned while I just cringed. At least I don't have to end up with the only other person that couldn't find a partner, like usual.