Romeo And Julian (Part One)

Chapter Two

I really should have gone to class before hanging out with the team. Now the first bell's already rang and the second is gonna go off at any moment. Well, it's not like I'd get in trouble, I'm me. I am Romeo Romulus. Everyone loves me, and everyone will understand if I'm slightly late.

The second bell rang the moment before I made it through the door of my math class.

"You're late Mr Romulus. Hanging out with Juliet?" Mr Travis asked, getting a laugh from the class.

I grinned. "I don't even know anyone named Juliet, and if you think you're clever for that one, sir, I'm sorry to say that it's been said before." Point for me.

"Well let's hope you're not always late like your friend. Where is Christopher anyways?" The mathematician asked.

I thought for a moment. "Unlike me, I really wouldn't be surprised if he was with Juliet."

The class began laughing again, and even Mr Travis snickered a bit. "Alright then. If you see him, tell him that he has detention for me please. He's been late every day for the past two weeks."

"Yes, sir." I said before taking my seat near the front.

Yeah, second row back, not the place most people want to be, but I've got an image to keep up. I've got a few other people up here with me that I know, Franklin from soccer, my bro Andrew that hangs out with me at lunch, and then everyone else up here is a nerd or studious or something.

"Hey, what ever did happen to that girl you were hanging with?" Franklin asked.

He was our goalie. Tall, dark skin, and pretty good looking, he got girls pretty easily, but he loves to hear what everyone else's love lives were like.

"I don't know. There was never a click, you know?" I responded quietly as to not draw the teachers attention while he took attendance.

He chuckled. "You're an idiot if you're looking for a click in high school. Just find someone that you like to be around and is hopefully really hot."

"Looks aren't everything, bro. You gotta find yourself someone you can talk to, yeah?" Andrew said, his accent way too noticeable.

He's Scottish, and when I say that, I mean the whole deal. He's got the reddish brown hair, green eyes, built like a freaking warrior, and if course, he's got the accent. The guy sounds like he's gonna pull out some bagpipes and walk around in a kilt. That's not racist, we're friends, so I can say that stuff about him.

"Why talk to someone when you could just admire them visually? You've got us for all your talking needs." Franklin argued.

When class finally started we were forced to stop. Mr Travis handed out some paperwork and told the class to follow along as he showed everyone how the equations worked. Andrew wasn't really paying attention of course, instead doodling Celtic symbols (Ok, you really can't say I'm racist after he does that). Franklin was following along, and I was keeping pace with the work.

After math, I had history. Wonderful. My weakest subject, and the bane of my school existence. Mr Washington loved to pick me in class to see what I'd say, hoping that I'd slip up and act like an idiot. Jokes on him, I am an idiot.

"Mr Romulus. Could you please tell the class why the Boston Massacre was so important for the history of America?" Mr Washington asked me. Called it.

I smirked. "It was the turning point from basic protests and small riots to full combat, leading to people joining up in militias and rising to fight the British.

"That half correct." He responded. "But let's see if someone else can give me the answer I'm looking for. Mr Athens?"

"It was the perfect opportunity for those that opposed the British to make propaganda and show the empire in a harsher light, which then lead to more people supporting the independence effort." One of the kids up front answered.

Mr Washington nodded. "Exactly correct, Julian. I expected nothing less."

Of course he picks someone who's actually good at this stuff right after me. I swear, he's got it out for me. Luckily, next up is physical education. My time to shine. But first I've got to get through this stupid class...

After the period finally ended, I was one of the first out of the room, quickly making my way down the hall to the gym. As I was walking, my friend Chris showed up next to me and just continued to walk as we both went to period three. If you don't have a friend that you can communicate on that spiritual level with, you need to get one. Chris and I have been friends since preschool, and we have both been making our way through school together, not causing too much chaos as we go.

Right as we were entering the locker room, Chris blocked me with an arm. "What do we wanna do about that?" He asked, gesturing to something that was happening in one of the rows.

Two of the football players were pushing a small kid between them. We're they really bullying a freshmen? That's kinda pathetic. Or was the kid just small?

"You really shouldn't be in here, queer. We can't have you sexually harassing the guys, can we?" One of them said.

My hands scrunched up in fists and I started walking over, but just before I could even start speaking, the kid spoke out.

"Oh, of course! You are so correct, we wouldn't want me sexually harassing a few gorillas. Bestiality is frowned upon in this country." He said, practically ignoring the glares from the two.

"Listen here, you! You think you can just walk in here and go around looking at everyone? We are just doing our civic duty." The other one growled.

The guy they were picking on looked familiar. "Ok, two things. One, you guys are way too concerned about people looking at you. Do you guys have self image issues? Do you want to talk to someone?" He asked innocently. "And two, I'm not here to look at a bunch of adrenaline fueled jocks like yourselves, I actually have this waste of time as my class."

The first football player lifted his fist to hit the guy, but I grabbed it when it reached up. "Lets not have violence in the lockers guys, ok? I'm sure nobody meant to offend anyone."

The two jocks shrugged and the one that was going to hit the kid looked at me. "I guess you've got a point, but that doesn't mean that the little punk shouldn't know his place." He said as he started walking away with his friend.

"Right here is my place, exactly where I'm standing. It's got a nice draft." The smaller boy sarcastically said.

I sighed. "Try not too upset them too much, it's hard to keep them under control. They're not the brightest guys around."