Above The World (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

My afternoon classes were English, economics, and lastly, calculus. In English they were analyzing the book they had been reading. Since I hadn't read the book, I just put in my earbuds and listened to my iPod. In economics I actually had to do stuff. But it was nothing I couldn't handle. We talked about the Monopoly board game and how by playing it we are subliminally learning how such things work in our own economy.

There were only eight people in my Calculus class. This made it less awkward when they stared at me wondering who the new kid was. I sat in a row by myself and the teacher, who introduced herself as Mrs. Cooper, handed me a book. She had short blonde hair and bright green eyes. Her teeth glistened as she shot me a big smile. I pretended to understand what I was doing, even though I had no idea. I just nodded a lot and doodled on my notes. I found myself thinking about Tony. Something inside of me wanted to talk to him, but what would that do? Some closure would have been nice though.

A boy running into class late broke my train of thought. He had long curly black hair and tan skin. He wore a light blue Hollister T-shirt that was too small and gripped his arm muscles and pecks with khaki cargo shorts. He stood at the teacher's desk and swept the hair from his eyes as he explained the reason for his tardiness. She didn't seem too convinced by his story. I found myself staring and quickly looked away. I hoped no one noticed me looking at him.

He headed to a seat in the row next to me. I accidently made eye contact as he plopped down into his chair.

"Sup?" The boy asked. His hazel eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Oh...nothing," I replied, kind of caught off guard.

"You new?"

"Uh..yeah. Today is my first day"

"Cool," replied the boy.

That was the end of our conversation. In a way, I wanted to talk to him more. He intrigued me. His nonchalant attitude left me wanting more. Maybe that was how he intended it. Maybe he wanted people to wonder. He didn't even tell me his name, or ask me mine for that matter. I cheated and glimpsed at a test that the teacher had passed back. Gabriel Covarrubias. The name sounded exotic in my mind. I wished I had a cool name like that. I'm sure Clayton Oakley didn't have such a ring in people's minds.

I spent the rest of seventh period contemplating talking to Gabriel again. I didn't know what to say, but I felt like I should have said something. Before I could utter a word, the bell rang and he sprinted out of the door. I was the last to leave the class.

"Did you enjoy your first day at Glencrest?" Mrs. Cooper asked.

"Yes ma'am," I replied, "But it's gonna take some getting used to."

"Well that's understandable," she smiled, "Have a great day, Clayton."

"I like being called Clay. I hope that's okay"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Clay," she said politely.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Cooper."

I headed out of the door and towards the front of the school where my mom was picking me up. She agreed to not make me endure riding the school bus. I spotted our dark red Kia sitting across the street waiting near a light pole. I jogged across the street and practically dived into the car.

"Hey sweetie! How was your first day?"

"It was fairly uneventful. I did make a couple of friends though."

"Well that's great! I knew you would. You're a very loveable fellow," Mom smiled.

"Haha thanks, Mom."