chapter three

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When Josh arrived at his geography class, he wished he just skipped, because he noticed that Tyler boy, sitting down with a vacant seat next to him. Actually, to be precise, it was the only vacant seat, in the classroom, meaning Josh would have to sit there.

Much to his dismay, the blue haired boy shuffled over to the seat, dumping his bag on the floor, underneath the table. He cautiously sat down, glancing over at the boy who's name was supposedly Tyler.

He cleared his throat, which grabbed the brown haired boys attention.

"Hi!" He smiled, catching Josh off guard by how friendly he was being.

Frowning, he said, "what's the catch?"

"Huh?"

"You are being so..nice." Josh replied, worry in his voice.

"Oh, yeah! I give off a bad first impression normally, but I'm a kimd person really! You just have to look to my heart!" He rambled, grabbing Josh's hand and placing it on the right side of his chest. "Do you feel how kind my heart is?"

"Uh..no. Because firstly, your heart is more to the left side of your chest. And secondly, you can't feel how kind something is." Josh explained, pulling his arm out of the other boys grasp.

Tyler looked at him with a blank expression. The two had an intense staring contest for about two minutes, but one soon gave up and looked away, directing their gaze elsewhere.

"Why did you hit me with your fucking ukulele this morning and now all of a sudden you're acting as if nothing happened?" Josh blurted, quickly covering his mouth with his hand right after realising what he said might anger the strange boy.

Tyler, however, just stayed silent and still for a few moments, which made Josh even more anxious as to what he was going to say, or worse, do.

The blue haired boy looked around him frantically, making sure that goddamn ukulele wasn't near him and so he wouldn't be attacked again.

As he was distracted, Tyler got out of his seat and shoved him off of his chair. His body crashed to the ground, and everyone in the class laughed at him.

Tyler was already back in his seat, copying notes out of Josh's book.

'Seriously, what the fuck is this dude?' Josh thought to himself.

"Josh, you shouldn't rock on your chair and then you wouldn't fall off. Be more careful." The teacher scolded, helping him up.

Josh wanted to protest and tell her that the same guy who attacked him with an instrument, and then told him to feel the kindness of his heart, pushed him off of his chair and made him into the new class clown, but he didn't. Instead, he cursed underneath his breath and sat back down next to the weirdo - as Josh would probably refer to him as from now on - making sure that his chair was as far away from Tyler's as possible.

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sorry for any mistakes, hope this was ok xx

bit longer then the others so far:: 510 words

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