Trying To Avoid Everybody

Chapter 3: New Kid?

"Let's get one thing straight" Mrs. Klevens tells us (in case I didn't mention it before, it's the first day of senior year) "I am not your friend, I am not your buddy, and I am most definitely not your mother" she says as she walk along the front row. We're in 6 rows of 5, I am in the very back of row 4, seat 20. The door is on the left corner of the room, the room is packed with boxes and papers, the front of the room is the opposite wall of the door. "I will not tolerate any kind of misbehavior" she says glaring at all of us, "I don't expect you to give me any trouble in the first place" she says. "Now be nice, and welcome the new kid" she says glaring at all of us, "new kid?" I whisper. Oh no, I think, every time there is a new kid, they're either the nice type that try's to talk to me, or the mean kind who tries to bully me, either way I don't like it. Mrs. Klevens goes to the door, opens it, and calls someone in, a kid with black hair and dark eyes walks in, he's tall and muscular, he wears a black shirt and grey jeans. He gives a mischievous grin, I look around and try to guess where he'll sit, I look and only see one empty chair, seat 25! Right next to me! He can't sit next to me! Mrs. Klevens squints down at a chart in her hand, "you are in seat" I hold my breath hoping there is an empty chair I missed, "10" she finishes, I sigh in relief, the girl in front of me gives me a strange look, I wither at her stare. "No I made a mistake, you'll be in seat 25" she says giving him a glance, then walks back to  her desk. Why! I yell in my head, why would you torture me like that! I scream at her in my head, he walks back to the seat next to mine, for most of the class he is on his phone, "hey" I hear next to me, maybe if I ignore him he'll leave me alone I think, I stare straight at the teacher, "hey" he whispers to me again, I look straight on, suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and it yanks me to face him, I stare at him with wide eyes, "I'm talking to you" I just stare at him, hoping there isn't fear in my eyes but I'm pretty sure there is. "Have you played this game before?" He asks me, showing me his phone, it's a game where you race against other players, I stare at him then move my eyes to his hand still on my shoulder, he glances at his hand still on my shoulder, "sorry" he says and moves his hand. Now I just stare at him, he gives me a questioning look, "hello?" He asks, I just stare at him, my eyes still wide but the fear is out of them now, "can you talk?" He ask me, looking at me like I might be disabled. He turns back to his desk and plays the game on his phone, I just stare at him, he glances at me "dude, your starting to freak me out" he says, I snap out of my faze and turn back to my desk. Apparently while I was distracted the teacher had been talking about a project that will last all year, with a... oh no with a partner, she starts reading out seat numbers, two at a time, the numbers are partnered, she finally gets to my number. "Seats 20, and 25" she moves on, I stare wide eyed at the guy next to me again, he looks at me wide eyed too. I get out of my desk and try to run, but the way out of the rows has backpack from dumb jerks who don't move them, so I trip and fall face first, but I'm out of the row, I scramble back up and run out the door, and run to restroom, I stare at myself in the mirror, and I try not to hyperventilate, I'm stuck with him all year, you've got to be kidding me.