He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 4 - I Sounded Like A Chipmunk On Crack

The route to English was only five minutes away from where we were sitting, and I had Mackenzie to walk with too as we had the same lesson.

"Skye?"

I came back into focus, Mackenzie was looking into my eyes with question.

"Sorry what did you say?"

"I said, do you have a boyfriend?"

"I-er-erm" my words wouldn't come out.

Mackenzie let out a soft giggle. "Wow, that weed was definitely the shit"

I laugh in reply, feeling high as ever, I just couldn't find the words to answer her question.

"I'm not even that high" I lied. I was higher than half the girls cleavage in this school.

And those bras really pushed their boobs up.

"I'm not really interested in boys"

Mackenzie took one look at me before I realised how wrong that came out.

"No! I mean-I'm straight but-I just-Arg!" Has my brain malfunctioned or something?

Mackenzie clutched onto her stomach as she let out wild laughs.

"I mean, I've just had really bad experiences with guys, you know?"

"Yeh" she sucked in some air to calm herself down. "Guys are such dicks" she finished.

"Tell me about it" I agreed, nodding my head while walking into the English classroom, watching all the students once again stare up at me.

"How long until I'm not the new girl anymore?" I couldn't wait to just fit in with everyone else. It made me so uncomfortable knowing everyone was staring at me, and I didn't even know if it was for good or bad reasons.

"Until someone new comes" she whispered back, as we made our way to the battered desk in the corner, still having the classes eyes on me.

"Look on the bright side, in this class you don't have to drink a glass of water while the teacher tells you their name for the first time"

True that. True that.

We sat down and I heard my chair squeak from how old it was. This school really needed better furniture, considering Principle Bradshaw was planning on installing a hidden camera.

As the teacher entered, he told us that we had to work with the people sitting behind us and discuss Act 3 on Romeo and Juliet. Although the class had already finished the book last month, I luckily studied that book two years ago.

I really did love that play, but I'm reality, it was just a 3 day relationship between a 12 year old and a 17 year old that caused 6 deaths.

Once the two boys who sat behind us moved their chairs to a more easy position, we all starting analysing the characters speech, which soon turned into a catch-up mothers meeting.

"Dylan, I heard you and Katy are getting it onnnnn!" I hear the blonde boy say to his friend next to him, sliding his index finger in and out of his other hand which was shaped as a 'O'

"Whatever man" Dylan replied, signalling to continue with the work.

I studied Dylan's face, he had dark hair which hung over his eyes, he seemed quite shy from his body language, as his sleeves were pulled over the tops of his hands.