*Ryan's POV*
We walked alongside Nicole, one of us on either side of her. She came up to about our chins, which was pretty tall considering we're both six four. Well, scratch that. I'm six four and James is six four and a half, which he loves to remind me of.
All. The. Time.
Nicole looked at us and chuckled, "Wow you two really are twins,"
James smirked. "Really? What gave it away? I mean I know I'm better looking but I think Ryan here already knows that." he laughed as I shot him a half-hearted glare.
"Shut the fuck up," I laughed as I punched him in the arm.
Nicole snorted, "You know for a couple of rich kids, you don't act like them,"
I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, "Sorry to disappoint."
She threw her head back and laughed, "Trust me, pretty boy, if you were anything like the stuck up pricks we usually have here, we would not be talking."
"I figured."
Nicole smirked again. She stopped by a classroom and turned towards James, "This is your stop. AP English?"
"Yep."
Nicole studied him for a second and seemed to be weighing something in her mind. She seemed to make up her mind and reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait, my brother is in there right now. His name is Jeremy. He's the one that's probably sitting in the corner staring moodily out the window. Sit next to him and tell him Nicole says you're chill."
James looked happy to have someone to sit next to. "Great, thanks. Nice meeting you, Nicole. See ya, Ryan."
"Bye."
Nicole and I walked in comfortable silence on our way to my class until I broke the silence, "So......why did you say that thing about the guy in your health class? I mean, it was hilarious, just why him?
She grinned. "Oh, Bobby? He's an ass. He always bothers my friend Stacy and tries to get her to go out with him, even though she's said she isn't interested multiple times. And the perv has tried to look down her shirt, but I gave him a black eye when he did that. Also, he always calls Tia a dyke because she has two moms. Even though, Tia has told him seventeen thousand times that she is in fact, straight. Bobby deserved to be called out in class."
I had to admit, I admired her for defending her friends. "Do they say anything about it to him?" I asked, curious as to why she was the one who seemed to be doing the defending.
"Stace has tried, but he just keeps coming after her, and Tia is way too sweet to say anything mean to anyone. So I usually end up fighting her battles for her. I'm just the defender of the group is all," she shrugged ten turned and pinned me with a glare, "You mess with one of them? I don't give a damn about who you are, I'm coming for you," she had a grim expression on her face as she said it, and I made a mental note that Nicole Lance was not someone you wanted to mess with. I nodded to show her I understood and she seemed appeased with that.
"This is your class," she said abruptly. "I don't think I have any friends in here so I can't help you out, sorry"
"It's fine, you've been more than enough help." I meant it. It had been a while since I had made a friend that wasn't just after me for attention, and I was grateful. She seemed like a fun person to know. I chuckled to myself as I imagined my parents seeing her. With her tall frame, fiery red hair, and the fact that she does not give a shit about what anyone thinks of her, I'd imagine that would be quite the entertainment to see her talk to my parents. Plus, when she talked I saw a flash of metal and I wondered if she had a tongue piercing.
I walked in and the teacher abruptly stopped doing roll and everyone looked at me. I inwardly cowered from the stares. I hate attention especially when it's directed towards me.
"Ah, you must be our new student. Class, this is Ryan McCoy, the mayor's son," she turned back towards me, "Take a seat wherever" she smiled way too bright and big to be natural.
I looked around at all the curious and bored faces looking at me.
I sighed. Welcome to day one of hell.
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