Starting Over with the Badboy

Chapter 2

The day continued to drag on and on, with curious looks thrown at my direction, and boring lessons that I've already learned. The thought of Shane's offer crossed my mind, but immediately left afterwards. As many students walked towards the cafeteria, my feet were headed towards a different direction.

I sigh, and push open the doors to the school's library. My eyes land on a table with a few chairs in the back, as I lazily walk towards it. My shoes continuously made a scratching noise as they grazed across the rug in the silent atmosphere. Only a few students were here, mumbling among another student, or just keeping quiet over all.

Once I swing my backpack onto the table, I sit in the stiff wooden chair in peace. Diligently, I begin to take out my folder and pen to work on my homework.

I need this done before school ends.

As the problems began to be solved unconsciously, I begin to think about other matters that are occurring. The busy work was easy, and let me slip into my thoughts.

Stop.

I slightly frown, not wanting to think about current events, and continue to focus my attention towards history homework.

Suddenly, foot steps approach me and I begin to prepare myself. Without looking up, I ask, "May I help you?".

The person cleared their throat, "Yeah, hi... Uh, is this seat taken?"

I glance up, and see a tall,brown haired, skinny boy with glasses pointing to the chair across the table. Not bothered by his presence yet, I shake my head and continue to work.

"Uh, cool..." He mumbles, and sits into the chair awkwardly.

Well, okay then.

Ignoring the boy, my pen runs quickly across the page, and reaches the bottom. Grumbling slightly, I flip it over to realized I finished. My arm reaches towards my folder, and flips through the few pages within it. Irritated, I narrow my eyes as I noticed I completed everything.

God damnit. I have nothing to do.

"So..." The boy quietly speaks up. I continue to look at my homework, although I had no need to.

"Um..." He began, "So, you're, uh... New here, right?"

"Yeah." I say.

"Well, that's cool... I guess..." He started to fidget with his fingers, "Unless you hate this school already, then it's not cool... I guess..."

"Uh, huh." I mumble.

"So, anyways... Um, I'm George." The boy reaches his hands over the table, gesturing me to do the same. I glance up at him, "Nice." Is all I say.

Awkwardly, he takes his hand back, "What's your name?" He asks quietly.

Growing mildly annoyed, I put my folder and pen away in my bag, and look up at him. "May I help you with something?"

"Well, not really..." He says, growing red.

"Then why did you decide to sit here?" I ask.

"Um," He glanced at my eyes, then immediately looked down at the floor, "Well, I just thought, maybe, you wanted a friend... Since you know, you're new here... And what better way to make friends, with someone who doesn't have any..." He says quietly, getting softer and softer the more he spoke.

My eyes bore into his, as he began to shift uncomfortably. Making sure he isn't lying, my eyes slightly soften. "Must suck, doesn't it?" I say.

George snaps his head up, "Huh?"