Are you a muse(d)? ; thorcid

No. 1

Jamin stuffed all of his art supplies into his school bag, not caring about where they went. Tons of sketch pads were strewn across the floor along with dirty clothes and the posters on his walls were just barely clinging on. Slinging his bag onto his back, he took one last look in the mirror. Jamin had worked so hard on loosing weight and he was excited to go to a new school, but for some reason he still felt the same way. Even though all his shirts were baggy and he was able to buy skinny jeans, he still knew what was going to happen. People always ended up hating him. Jamin made his way downstairs and greeted his mom, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. He sat up on one of the island stools and rested his elbows on the surface.
"You excited for school?" His mom asked, turning around and ruffling his green hair.
"Sure, I guess," Jamin shrugged and took another bite from his apple. "Hopefully there's gonna be some good art teachers."
He threw the apple core in the bin and gave his mom one last hug goodbye before grabbing his skateboard and heading out.

Jamin fiddled with his lip piercing while sitting on a wall cross-legged. He arrived 10 minutes early so naturally he went to begin a new piece, but he had artists block. He scanned the crowd of busy students in hope to find a muse, then deciding it would be weird to draw random strangers on only his first day. After hopping down from the wall, Jamin starting to toss everything back in his bag, paying zero attention to the others around him. He picked up his skateboard and spun around, accidentally smacking a not-so-obviously older boy onto the concrete. The boy began to get up, clearly angry with him.
"Oi, watch where you're fucking going emo freak! What are you, on drugs? Are you on fucking acid?" The kid yelled, dusting himself off. His friends around him snickered and continued to watch the scene unfold.
"What's your name? Just kidding, I don't fucking care. I'm going to call you acid, bitch. Now, piss off."
Jamin stood in place, not intimidated by the 5'2 ball of rage. He was 6'0, so there was really no reason to be afraid of this kid. But then he remembered. Popularity. These kids were obviously popular, he could tell by the bubblegum-chewing girls and the sport uniform-clothed boys. Before the smaller male could react to him not leaving the bell rang and Jamin let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. He knew those kids could ruin him in one snap of their fingers.

Jamin knocked on the door of the small room the reception had told him to go to. This was the moment that would decide everything. He was meeting the class he was going to spend the rest of his school years with. His tutor, his homeroom, his previous mortal enemy. A slightly chubby balding man opened the door and grinned and Jamin.
"Come in! You must be the new student! I'm Mr. Chillowski but you can just call me sir."
The teacher grabbed his arm and dragged him through, leading him to the front of the class.
"Okay, so let me see.... Ah! Jaimen rooren, right? It's nice to meet you!" He said, slapping him on the back.
"Actually, it's um... It's Jamin. Jamin Ruhren."
Sir looked at him as if he had just slapped him in the face.
"oh. I'm sorry. Well everyone, this is Jamin rooren! Now, I want you all to be very nice to him as its his first time here. I'm going to need somebody to be his guide for today."
Jamin looked at his new classmates and they stared back at him with bored expressions. He knew nobody would like him. He began to let the disappointment take over him when a hand shot up at the back.
"Me! Me, sir! Me!" The hand waved wildly as the teacher scanned he students.
"Nobody? Not anyone?"
"Sir, please! Pick me!"
Mr. Chillowski rolled his eyes and pointed to the back off the classroom.
"Rooren, go sit with Shane."

Jamin was curious as to why Sir was so hesitant to choose this kid, but when he saw him it all made sense. He was almost as tall as Jamin and had dreadlocks tied up into a bun, his circular glasses finishing the look. He legs were draped over the table as he read a superhero comic, lollipop in mouth. Once Jamin sat down the kid immediately stopped what he was and turned to face him.
"Hey! I'm Shane, but you can call me Thorgy. Everyone does!" He giggled and stuck his hand out for a shake. Jamin took his hand and shook it, still confused on why he was being so nice. Thorgy stuck the grape flavoured lollipop back in his mouth and swung his legs around so they were on the table again.
"I love your hair, green suits you! I love green, but not as much as I used to because the green lollipops taste horrible. You know what lollipops they should have? Mustard flavoured lollipops. I love mustard. Oh my god- I can't believe I just told you that! I'm so stup-"
"Psst," A boy in a hoodie next to Thorgy leaned over, whispering. "Shut the fuck up, faggot."
The boy sat back in his chair and continued to draw anime boobs or whatever kids like that do.
Jamin scrunched his face up and look at Thorgy, who looked completely unfazed.
"You okay?" He asked, fiddling with his bag zip. Thorgy nodded and continued to enjoy his lollipop.
"I'm used to it. I mean, they are kinda correct!" He laughed and grabbed on Jamins shoulder, obviously finding this hilarious. Jamin thought his laugh was cute. He shook his head at this thought, realising he's only known him for about a minute. Well, he sure does talk a lot. Jamin already knew he liked green and mustard and that he wasn't necessarily straight. Something he 100% knew was that he shouldn't be getting crushes on the first day, especially on people who are way out of his league.