Noah Hates Me

Chapter 3

Violet

Shit! I'm hella late. This usually isn't the case for me since I use my time wisely but I accidentally slept in and now I'm running late for first period! I run down the hallways and look for my English classroom. I walk in and immediately say, "Sorry I'm late sir."

Mr Harris looks at me slightly confused, "That's quite unusual coming from you, Miss Jones."

"It won't happen again, sir," I turn to face the classroom and scan the front row, of course all the seats are taken.

Looking around the classroom I only find ONE seat vacant. Right next to Noah Winters himself. He looks up at me and rolls his eyes, putting his bag on the seat beside him, a sign saying he does not want me sitting next to him. "Noah, put your bag on the floor, Violet needs a seat." He grunts and grabs his bag. I slowly make my way to him and sit down. The class begins.

"Alright students, today we are going to be doing pair activities," Mr Harris announces putting his hands together, "I want you all to brainstorm some key themes on the poems we have been studying, with the person next to you."

The classroom breaks into a series of conversations while I and Noah sit in silence. "So," I say, "Do you have any ideas?"

Noah looks at me and smirks. "I saw you the other day."

"Where?" I ask.

"At the shopping center, didn't know you dressed like that." He smirks. My eyes widen, my sister literally forced me into those clothes, and she thought I looked great. I was wearing a high-waisted skirt with a crop top.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Well, you certainly were showing more skin," He smirked. "Didn't think of you to be that scandalous, you looked hot though."

I honestly couldn't help myself, "Seriously? You're that guy now? God, I was expecting you to be one who listens to those underrated grunge bands, who smokes cigarettes on top of a roof and wears leather jackets. How on earth did I ever think you were going to be like that? You're just another typical guy, like every other pervert. I can't believe I thought that high of you, and maybe if you were a little more open, I wouldn't have had to waste my time thinking you were decent." I gasp, I've said WAY too much. Honestly, I always end up speaking my mind, having a crush on Noah isn't helping me right now, he probably figured it out.

Noah looked back at me, shocked, he gulped slowly and immediately smirked afterwards.  "Wow, I had no idea you thought of me like that," he laughed. He instantly changed the topic, "So how's your leg?"

"Umm, yeah it's okay," I say, wondering why he asked me now, it's been a week since that incident. Speaking of which, "Actually where were you all week?" I asked.

Noah's face went dark as he frowned. "None of your fucking business." He looked away and out the window. I took the hint that he didn't want to talk anymore. Gosh I actually thought we were getting along, we could be friends honestly. For once he didn't reply back to me with a swear word, I thought he was warming up to me. Well, now I know that he doesn't care about me enough to have a normal conversation, or care at all for that matter.

There was always something confusing about him. Usually it's obvious why a person bullies you, it's easy to figure out. But when it comes to Noah, I can't seem to figure out WHY he acts like a complete douchebag. It just doesn't make sense. I tell myself the reason that I can't figure it out, is because I don't know a damn thing about him. He doesn't tell anyone anything. He doesn't even have friends. It confuses me so much, why does he hide from everyone, no one is close to him. Gosh why does he have to be so complicated, it just draws me in even more.

One thing I do know for sure, Noah just wants to get over with high school. One reason for his lack of friends could be because he pretends high school isn't a major part of his life, he doesn't want it to be. Which makes sense, everyone gets caught up on high school being super important, but really it isn't. I guess friends are in the way of pretending high school never happened.

Smart guy.

"I think we should start our work," Noah says, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at the board in the front of the classroom, Mr Harris has written up an essay question. Great.

I open my notebook and begin to brainstorm all my points and conclusions. Idea after idea keeps popping up into my head, gosh I really do like English. From the corner of my eye, I spot Noah watching me write.

"Damn Jones, care to spare some?" he asks.

"What?" I question.

"I have no fucking idea what to do, I fucking hate English." He exclaims.

"Shh," I tell him as I see heads lift and look at our direction, "Here copy me."

"Gee, thanks." He rolls his eyes.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Nothing, forget it."

Gosh, again with the mysteriousness.

"Oi Noah," some guy walks up to our table, "Im having a party at my place, wanna swing by?"

"Get the fuck out of my face, Jay." Noah grumbles without even looking up. Fear takes over Jay's face as he slowly walks back to his seat.

I hear a soft chuckle next to me and turn to face Noah, "Why are you laughing?"

"Bloody loser, it's so easy to scare him," he responds with a smirk.

"To be honest, that was really rude," I say, a little fed up with his attitude.

"Since when do you care about my behavior?" he scowls.

"You know...sometimes your words really hurt people, you should consider how other people feel sometimes," I respond, my tone serious.

"Well shit, Jones, now he wont come to me for anything, consider that a win," he replies leaning back in his chair while putting his hands behind his head.

"Why do you feel the need to always be on top of people?" I ask rather confused.

"Because, Jones, then I can do whatever I want, no one can fucking boss me around or tell me what to do," he bites his lip, "high school's gonna be over so fucking quick, I'm already set to get the hell outta here."

I decide to stop asking me questions and focus on my school work, yet our conversation keeps running through my head.

Smart guy.

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