Ex-Accuse You

Chapter 1

'Hey everyone, guess who officially transferred over for the year,' some guy yells across the hallway. I resist the urge to elbow the guy behind me as he starts up a conversation with the already stupidly large group that took up half the hallway. His sickly sweet breath cascading down my neck was not what I needed when I was already late to meet up with Sarah. How does someone manage to breathe all over me when they are talking to someone else?

He continues to jostle into me, his whole body essentially merging into mine as I shoved a ton of books into my bag after finally finding my phone at the bottom. Personal space is a luxury in the hallways of my school I remind myself as a kid gets pushed into me. The guy behind grabs me and steadies me as I continue to jostle things in my bag.

'I'm sorry to interrupt your bag search and rescue mission but I am new to this school and was wondering if you could help give me a tour of this place. I will tell you my name if you do,' he says, continuing to prattle on as all the newbs run down the hall for the welcome assembly. This means lucky me gets even better acquainted with the rest of this stranger's body as we keep getting shoved together. His hands on my shoulders massaging me aren't exactly helping things either.

I give up on getting my math book back neatly between my accounting and chemistry books and  shove it on top, just in time for his hands to settle above my head, defending me from most of the impact as everyone gets knocked into the wall again. One of the kids that barreled into us is laughing hysterically with a few other mates as half of the group seems to have fallen over. They race off leaving my head throbbing with the aftermath. Or maybe it was stress and the fact that the guy had not removed himself from my back and had me crowded against the wall. I am half expecting him to go back to massaging my shoulders and finding myself relaxing as he seems content standing over me. Actually, that is a lie, I wanted to punch the guy and show him what personal space meant.

Slowly I unfurled myself from under his body as I cast a cautious glance up and down the hallway. I shake my bag, hoping to stop everything that wanted to tip out, but my calculator had already decided to tilt into the Bare Ocean High dairy causing my bottle to hang precariously over the edge of my bag. With one last fateful shove from the douche behind me, it fell out, slowly but efficiently rolling across the hall.

'Excuse me,' he says, stepping in front of me as I make my escape. I take in shaggy hair and a faux leather jacket as I spare him and his mates a glance. He shifts closer to me to no doubt strat prattling on again, but I spot Chontell kick my precious cargo. My lovely delicate filter bottle goes flying down the hallway with a solid kick from her jandle clad foot. A bedazzled jandle I might add. My step sister never did things in half.

With a full body shudder, I extracted myself from under douche's arms as he continued to breathe all over my face with his verbal diarrhea. If I didn't know any better I would have said that the dude had been flirting with me, but the group of Chontell's friends behind him made that highly unlikely. They didn't like me much after I ditched them the other year for Amy and Terry, even if Chontell is still one of my best friends

'Sorry Savannah,' Chontell yells across the hall, smiling at me as she made her way across the hallway. I patted her on the shoulder as I run past, barely keeping a grasp on my bag and its contents as they haphazardly jump in and out. I am so close to my precious bottle that I can taste the ice cold drink on my parched throat, and of course, that is the moment that a conveniently located door flips open.

'Bang' and there she blows around the corner. A hesitant head pops out the door revealing an abundant amount of waxed back hair and a blood spotted jaw. This guy then slowly exits from the classroom with a spooked look on his face, not at all matching the hardcore business suit and polished shoes. I swear I could see my reflection in them as I slowed down to prepare myself for the corner and the ensuing battle of getting down the even busier hallway for the exit, that also happened to lead to the assembly hall. The pile of rainbow files in the teacher's arm indicated a new victim, something about being a science teacher meant they got the brunt of student attitude. Poor bastard was going to be eaten alive.