Kings and a Queen

Part Two: Sam's P.O.V.

After school, I walked to the library, wishing I could just go home. But, of course, I had to be a smartass and landed myself in detention. As I walked in, I scanned the room, looking for someone I recognized. I spotted Tiler, the school's all-star quarterback, but figured it would be best to stay away from him. Then I saw a boy in a pale pink sweater, and, deciding he looked pretty friendly, went to sit beside him.
"Hey. I'm Lee," he said, looking up from the notebook in front of him and smiling.
"I'm Samuel," I muttered, pulling my Spanish textbook out of my backpack.
"Hm, that seems too uptight. I'll just call you Sam," Lee smiled.
God, this kid was so cheerful. It was a little weird.
"Okay. Here's the deal. I don't want to be here any more than you guys do. So, do whatever. Talk amongst yourselves, play on your phones, sleepfor all I care. Just don't leave the room," the teacher who was watching us said.
I pulled out my phone and headphones, hoping Flower Boy next to me would get the hint. Just then, another person sat down across from me. He had black and red hairand dark eyes, and he wore a Guns & Roses t-shirt, a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and black combat boots. He was honestly kinda hot.
"Hey, since everyone seems to be sitting here, I guess I will too. I'm Draco, by the way," he said as he sat down.
"Hi," I muttered, putting my headphones on.
Soon, someone else was joining us at the table. I looked up from my homework to see a girl with multi-colored hair and bright blue eyes sitting there. I recognized her from my Spanish class, but I couldn't remember her name.
Lee tapped on my shoulder, smiling. "Hey, I'm gonna go invite him to sit with us." He gestured towards Tiler. "And then we're all gonna get to know each other. After all, we are stuck here for the next half hour."
"Mkay," I said, shrugging and pushing my headphones down so that they rested around my neck. He was right, after all. Might as well get to know these people.
After a few minutes, Lee came back to the table. Tiler was right behind him.
"Right, okay. Here's how we're gonna do this. We'll each say our names, what clique we belong to - since that's apparently important, and one thing that most people wouldnever guess about us," Lee said, practically jumping up and down in his seat.
We all nodded, and the girl with the multi-colored hair groaned a little.
"Awesome. I'll start!" Lee smiled, "I'm Lee. I guess I belong to the nice kid clique. And something that most people wouldn'tguess about me... hmm. Oh, I know! I really love leather jackets."
Draco looked down at his jacket, smiling a bit.
"Let's see... you with the colorful hair. You go next." Lee pointed at the girl.
"Okay... I'm Hailey. I kinda belong to both the scene kids and the stoners. And, um, I like country music," she said awkwardly.
Lee nodded, then pointed at me.
"Oh. Well... um... I'm Samuel, but I guess you can call me Sam. I'm a nerd. Something people wouldn't guess about me is that I smoke and drink," I said, sinking down in my chair.
"Okay. Male Harley Quinn. Your turn."
"First of all, thanks for comparing me to Harley Quinn. She's a badass." Draco laughed. "Well, my name's Draco - yes, like the Harry Potter character. I'm one of the rebels, I guess. Something people wouldn't guess about me is that I fucking love theatre."
"I guess I'm the only one left," Tiler sighed.
"Mhm," Lee smiled.
"Well, I'm Tiler. I guess I'm a jock. And, um, something people wouldn't guess about me is that I really like art."
"Cool!" Lee smiled, looking around at us. "We should all hang out sometime."
"Yeah, sure," Draco said, smiling.
"Um, okay. Why not?" Tiler mumbled.
Hailey nodded, and then all eyes were on me.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Okay. How about Saturday?" Lee said, sitting up a bit straighter.
We all nodded in agreement, Tiler still looking a bit unsure. He was the star quarterback hanging out with a bunch of losers, after all.
"Yay! This is gonna be so much fun. Ooh, we should all exchange phone numbers!"
And so, I ended up with the phone numbers of four people I barely knew. The all-star quarterback, the Flower Boy, the hot guy in the leather jacket, and the scene stoner girl.
"Okay. You can all go home now," the teacher said, standing up.
I gave a small sigh of relief and gathered my stuff.