social casualties | 5sos au

Chapter 21 {By Ramey}

Rylie's POV

I sat by myself due to me having no friends in this class. The tables were full, everyone had there place besides me. Everyone fit in somewhere besides me.

Maybe I'm better off alone.

A kid stood at the front of the classroom, waiting for the teacher who was holding the door to allow other students in.

The bell rang and the teacher came inside, talking quietly to the tall boy.

"This is Blake. He is coming all the way from America, so give him a warm welcome. Make sure to include him." My teacher, Mrs. Martinez said, "So Blake how about you sit by..." My teacher scanned the room. "Carson!" She pointed to the troublesome boy that I personally hated.

He took a seat next to him and they were already talking.

My teacher gave us some worksheets on Red Shift, Blue Shift, and cosmic radiation.

I began working silently when snickering caught my attention.

I looked at Blake and Carson who were messing around.

I rolled my eyes. This kid was annoying already, and I thought that maybe he would be cool since we're both from America.

I went back to my worksheet when they started laughing again and I sighed.

"Sorry, Blake, I see that you're enjoying yourself, but Carson seems like a bad influence on you. Please take your bag and sit by Rylie. Rylie raise your hand for him." My teacher says and I sighed, but raised my hand in the air.

He trotted over to my table, smacking his things down onto the floor and slumping into his chair.

"Hi, I'm Blake." He says.

Even if he was annoying, I decided to be nice anyways.

"I'm Rylie." I half-smile.

I finally actually looked at him.

He had tan skin, green eyes and black hair, in other words, the complete opposite of me.

He was attractive, that was certain, and I was only more attracted by his MCR tee shirt.

"You know I can understand Australian accents." He says.

"What?" I ask, kind of confused.

"You don't have to speak with an American accent. I can understand you. It's an accent not a foreign language." He says.

I sigh, "I'm American."

"Oh really! What part?" He asks quietly.

"Born in Virginia, then Ohio, then Florida." I explain, not removing my eyes from my worksheet.

"Do you want to hang out after school?" He asks.

"What?" I ask, finally taking my eyes off of my paper.

"You heard me." He said.

"Sorry. I don't really know you. How about I sit with you at lunch?" I ask.

"Good enough for me." He laughs.

After two more loooong periods, our grade's lunch started and I stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, waiting for this stupid boy.

Calum stopped next to me.

"Hey, Rylie. Coming?" He asks.

"Oh no." I say, shaking my head.