Coffee and Cigarettes

Chapter 3

I studied the math test that was inhumanely handed out. No reminder, no 5 minutes to notice you aren't prepared in the slightest. The kids around me groaned and I ran my hands through my hair. My hand nervously played with the edge of my paper as the students confidently started. My eyes began to burn with tears as I thought of what would happen when I got home. If I went home, that is. Everyone turned together and seemed to stare at me, causing me to shrink in my seat. I nawed at my lip as my eyes darted nervously. I lurched forward as a cold hand brushed my back, causing the kids to actually look at me. I whipped around to look at this new person. As soon as I saw him I felt like an idiot because nobody was looking at me just him. I felt the insults shot around me as he shuffled papers with our annoyed teacher. He was tall and scrawny with dark brown flat hair. His shoulders hunched over a bit and his hair overlapped his eyes. He wore a hoody and dark skinny jeans that were still baggy on his tooth-pick like legs. His eyes were, at one time, a stunning blue. Now they were dull and dead. He moved slow and was kinda wierd. Of course, the seat next to me was the only empty one. Fabulous! I asked to be seated alone due to the fact I dont like human interaction. At all.
"Ryhan, would you mind if Mr.Hill sits next to you? If not we can make seating arrangments." She looked tired and was really hoping I'd nod and shut up, so I did. He shuffled over to me slowly as everyone watched us. The air was stiff and brittle, I just wanted to scream. My peers turned to watch him pull out the seat next to me. His eyes were plastered on me.