DISORDER (M.C.)

Well Then...

"Hi" He smiled at me fondly
Shit
I cleared my though and quickly looked away
"Fuck" I murmured

I can still feel him looking at me so I turn to him
"Hey" I try to say but it comes out dry
"Your staring at me" He said as if he was amused by the situation
"I'm not staring at you" I say, I lied,
But of course he wasn't going to know, in fact, I'm very good at lying, I have to be.

"Yea you are"
"No I'm not, you must be blind because I was drawing" I say pointing to the book with only an eyebrow on it

"Why were you staring at me?" He asked
My eyes widen
"Why were you staring at me" I ask trying to change the subject
"I ask you first" he said still in the same stance he was in, proper on his elbow, staring at me.
"No you didn't actually, you stated that I was staring at you, by the way, I wasnt" I say not looking up from my notebook, also cursing myself for how smart I sounded, I really wasn't, people have even told me so.

"I was staring at you because I thought you had nice hair" he says shrugging and re-adjusting himself in his seat

I didn't know my eyes could get any wider but they did.

"I think you have n-ice hair too" I say
I hate when I stutter it always gets in the way
I waited for him to point out that I stuttered so he can also make fun of me for it

"Thank you, I wasn't sure about dying it this color" he says smiling
I can't help but to smile too

"Ever thought about dying your hair too?" He asks looking at my dark black hair

I always thought about dying it but I when I brought the idea up to my mom that when I get outta school I would wanna dye it she said she didn't want me to be 'ghetto'
So I kinda stopped telling her when I was doing stuff, which also got me into trouble

"Uh yea" I say

I always kept my answers short because maybe he didn't care, maybe he just wanted to talk about his hair and me just agree, I can't tell
I hadn't had the best history with friends

"Oh cool, I was thinking about dying it pink next, what about you" he asks, seems like he actually wants to talk so I turn to look at the green haired boy

"I was thinking about dying it all red or just the tips, maybe even a whole other color" I say sheepishly

He smiled even wider than i thought possible, cheeks getting pink
"Red would suit you, maybe even brown  maybe"

"Thanks, I think pink  would look good on you, I think any color would look go on you actually" I say looking at his hair
Anywhere but his face

"Thank you!" He replys excited
We turn back to what we were doing

I turn to look at him and he's still smiling

He seemed happy until the teacher came into the classroom
She seemed bored, like she's been with this class for months even though it was the first day. Although, everybody already seemed to know everybody here

The teacher sets her papers on the desk and comes back to the front of the classroom
"I expect all you know each other already, most of you have went to this school for quiet some time" the teacher says sounding way more excited than she looked

Everyone nods while I look around wondering if that's why I felt so left out when I walk in here

Michael also looks around the room and I assume he was new too.

Michael's p.o.v

Are you new too? I wrote down on a paper and threw it to the girl
She picks it up and nods at my direction