Thought to be alone!

Chapter 3:

Walking into the classroom every head swiveled around to meet my gaze. "Hello. you must be our new student here at Ridell High. I'm Mr Wayne. would you like to introduce yourself?" I looked at the teacher and nodded slowly. 

"Hi, I'm Paris Blake and i like music, art, english and pe. I hate cheerleaders, one direction and Justin Beiber and believe in gay rights." I turned back to Mr Wayne, "where do I sit?" he snapped out of his revere, cleared his throat and said "you can sit next to mr Black. Ryder please raise your hand."

Looking out upon the swarm of students my eyes caught the hand that belonged to Ryder. I made my way to the back of the classroom while I simultaniously studied Ryder. He had neon blue hair with black tips in the 'typical scene' style, he had on a black, baggy 'Falling in Reverse' shirt, red skinny jeand and red and balck hightops. All in all he was your typical loner emo. I reached the desk and sat down at the space to his right. 

"Hey."  I whispered to him. A nod of the head was the only response I got from him. He seemed to be concerntrating really hard on something, though I dont know what due to the fact that Mr Wayne said for us to just talk to the people around us due to the fact that it was first day. 

"Did you really mean it?" Ryder whispered so softly that if I wasn't sitting right next to him I would have missed it. Looking at him I replied, "Every single word." he looked doubtful. "Even the part about the gays?"  It was then that I real;ized what he was talking about. "Yes. I support the gays, my best friends back in Hollywood are gay. All three of them." 

He looked a bit taken back by my statement before facing me head on. "You're not like all the other people here. Did you want to hang out sometime?" I saw something in his eyes that scared me. It was pain, like it physically pained him to ask after so long of having no friends and if I turned him down he would never find his courage to make friends."

"I would love to be your friend. but i have three questions if you would like to answer them?" He thought it over for about a minute before nodding."Alright one. Are you gay?" He gave me a gheeky grin before nodding cheekily. "YES! I was right. Okay 2. Are there any other gays attending this school, and if so who?" He looked ashamed when he replied. "There are always those few closet gays but other than me no one is out." I took what he said into account whilst I thought about my next question. 

"Are you bullied for being gay? This is important to me." I whispered soothingly to him. His slight nod is what blew my cap. "Why the fuck do jerks continously pick on gays? i'm sick of it, i mean they are humans to. Whats the point of picking on them it's not like there automatically going to turn straight. Dipshits."

After my mini rant Ryder let a little giggle slip through his lips that eventually turned into a full blown laugh. He had an adorable smile on his lips and his laugh must have been contagious because after about ten seconds we were both laughing hysterically. We were getting weird looks from fellow classmates but neither of us seemed to care.

 We laughed for ten minutes straight before the bell rang lettting us leave art. "Whats your next lesson?" he asked curiously. "I've got maths with Mrs Lockwood. I suck at maths." he laughed at my pout before linking arms and dragging me down the hallway. "It's a good thing i rock at maths and can help you out." He gave me a cocky grin before we entered another classroom.

'I am getting really sick of classrooms and I've only been here for an hour and a half."O complained to Ryder. "Oh poor baby." he stuck his tongue out at me and i grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger. "That was really mature of you."I teased lightly before letting his tongue go. 

He pouted slightly before leading me to the empty seats in the back. The entire classroom was empty as everyone was outside the room wasting time till the late bell rung. I am really thankful that we have five minutes between each lesson to be able to get there on time. I mean seriously this place is huge!

"Let me see your schedual so that we can compare classes." Ryder was practically bouncing in his seat waiting for me to get my schedual out of my bag. Once it was out  of my bag it was instantly snatched from my hand and being looked over by Ryder. "OMH!!!!! We have every single lesson together! That means you can still hang out with me at lunch. Well, that is if you still want to hang with me that is." He mumbled the last part.

I gave him an incredious look. "Of course I want to hang out with you! Your probably the only person in this entire school that won't end up annoying me bu the end of the day," I confessed with a small smile. 

"Look at this. The fag has a friend. Is it a fag also?" We were interrupted by a high nasley voice. Looking up I was met with about four well built jocks, and seven skimpy cheerleaders. The teacher wasn't here yet so I decided to put these people in their place.

"Um, excuse me but if you could stop talking to yourself in the mirror for one second you'd realise that other people are here. Talking to yourself is a sign of insanity." They all looked at me like I had just given birth to a peacock and was eating it.. Yeah you can imagine the look can't you?

"Actually I was talking about you," she sneered as Ryder and I tried to hide our laughter. "Wait, did you just call me and Ryder a fag?" I asked incrediously. The jock next to her smirked at me befroe saying "all she did was tell the truth, I mean why else would you hang out with that fag?" He sounded so sure of himself.

"Bitch please. I'm straighter than the pole your mumma dances on, and might I add she really isn't that good at her job. So what does your dad do to make up for her lazy pay? Blow everyone at work?" He had a mixture of shock, disgust and horror on his face. "Or is it you that has to pick up the slack by sucking all of the football players?" Before he could answer Mrs Lockwood entered and class started. 

Teach them to fuck with Ryder and me.