Unspoken

Chapter 5

How does he know I'm friends with her? Oh yeah, he's in my form. He saw me today. I went over to her after you rudely let me embarrass myself.

Seriously though...What is wrong with my friends?!

First Gabby and Sian, now Tony. What have my friends done that I don't know about?

I keep calling them friends when really I've only exchanged a few words with them and sat next to Indi in form. I haven't even established that as my seat yet so nothing's really permanent.

Indi seemed so nice in form. So did the others. Why am I better than her? I really don't understand and give Tony my best what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about face. He seems to read my expression well as he puts the paper down, flips it over and starts writing.

This piss-take of a teacher is annoying me too.

She keeps asking me for the answers. I have only been at school for like 2 hours woman! I don't know anything! For the fifth time in five minutes, she looks over to me.

"Naomi. Are you paying attention?" No.

"Yes, sorry."

"What did I just say?" Shit.

"You were talking about erm, how the light reflects off the er, the...er, the..."

She's raising her eyebrows. Crap. I wasn't paying attention, I was trying to read what Tony had crammed onto the small piece of paper. Could he not of written it any bigger? I don't know why but I'm looking to Tony for help out of this one.

But Tonys a useless dick and just smirks. The teacher, who's name I didn't catch at the beginning of the lesson, looks less than pleased. Before I can look away, she follows my gaze to Tony.

"Naomi and Tony stay behind at the end." Tony pulls the best I'm-completely-innocent-what-the-hell face but she dismisses it. He then looks back at me and gives me a middle finger. He's put the paper down so now I can't read it at all.

Wow first day and I have to stay back after class. That means I'll be late to my next lesson, which won't amuse my next teacher. No one at this school seems welcoming; no teachers have said hello to me or even acknowledged the fact that I wasn't in their class last week. The only welcoming person is Indi and the people I've spoken to about her, hate her.

I have to ask her why so many people don't like her. Or will that make her upset? That she's been so nice and I'm already doubting her kindness. I'll leave it for now.

Sian's been sitting next to me with a cold, stone expression. Jesus, lighten up girl!

I'm writing stuff down but I don't really know what. I've always hated Physics. I never understood it. Caity used to help me with it.

Goddamit Naomi. Stop. Why can I not go one day without thinking of her.

I'm just going to concentrate and be really good at Physics to show Caity up there that I can overcome my difficulties and that her hard work tutoring me on Wednesday nights paid off.

By the time my brains kicked in and I'm ready to learn Physics, the bell rings. Oh. I'll concentrate next lesson, I promise Caity.

I almost forget I have to stay behind as I head to the door, but Tony pulls on my bag strap and I am dragged back. He is actually really handsome, and tall. But he's a womaniser, only in it for the sex. That's how all 17 year olds think.

When everyone's filed out of the room, only leaving me, Tony and the teacher, I notice her name tag swinging round her neck.

Miss Nipal.

I have to hold in my laugh so hard. I'm physically clutching my mouth and nose with my hand. Oh my god. Miss Nipal.

She's short, with a brown bob swept to the side. Quite young, and probably a good preschool teacher.

After her pathetic attempt at making Tony and I feel bad for not paying attention blah blah blah, we exit the room. It's just us in the corridor, everyone else is in their class. It's then that I realise I'm going to have to ask Tony for directions. But first I need a quick explanation.

"What's Indi done?" I question him as soon as we get out the door. "How don't you know? Isn't her sluttiness showing?" He throws back.

Huh? Slutty? Indi?

"Er... No? She's a slut?"

He scoffs and there's a hint of a genuine laugh laced with it. "Yes! My god!" Ouch. How? How can she be a slut? She was so...innocent? And so excited a boy smiled at her? If she was a slut then male attention would be normal?

I haven't even realised but Tony and I have been slowly walking down this corridor and have almost reached the end. It's completely silent and when I think about it, very awkward. Just as I'm about to get the full story out of Tony, a stocky man comes round from behind the wall. He almost walks into Tony and it's quite funny at how much taller Tony is.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" He may be a really nice man and we'd probably get along if we hadn't of met under these circumstances, but he just interrupted a story I needed to hear so now I automatically hate him. His frown is creasing his face and he's balling his fists.

"Where's the English block? I'm new and need to get there," I timidly ask. Instantly loosening up, his frown switches to a pleasant smile.

"Are you Naomi?" How does he know me?

"Yes...I, er, I am." I don't quite know how to respond. Yes, out of about 1000 students you managed to guess the correct name and you've never even seen me before.

Tony obviously knows who this man is and starts to walk off. "Bye Naomi, do you have a nickname? Like Na, or er..mi! Mimi!" He grins smugly. It's identical to the one he gave Sian earlier and I feel charmed and intimidated at the same time. Mimi. Really?

I focus my attention on the short, relatively plump man in front of me. "Your my new student I believe! I'm just coming to Science to get some paper, there's none in English! How ridiculous! My room is just around the corner on the right" he cheerfully exclaims whilst walking past me down the corridor. Because he had already walked down most of the corridor by the end of his little speech, he had to basically shout the directions.

I grin and walk to class and when I open the door it's chaos. There's people sitting on tables and throwing paper, laughing and shouting across the room so loudly, I feel I have to shut the door quickly for fear of any other classes hearing. To my humiliation, everyone turns around when the door clicks closed. The room falls quiet as I take my the nearest space next to some guy with braces. Please talk. Go back to your conversations. But no one does. Everyone's staring at me, dead silent. "Who are you? Wrong class!" One cocky girl jeers.

I want to go and slap her but stop myself.

I see Indi on the other side of the class sitting on her own. I get up and march across the class to sit with her as everyone begins laughing and talking again, obviously about me.

I catch snippets of their words; new girl, omg, Indi, lol, slut

I have to ask Indi about the rising issue. Why does everyone hate her?