The Fighter and the Basketball player

Chapter 3

I pulled myself away from the window as I looked at the time. Seven fifteen. Just as if on cue, the school bell rung, signifying that I had exactly fifteen minutes before another bell would alarm, starting class. I sighed and slowly started to take steps to my Chemistry class. I made it to the classroom quickly, able to introduce myself to the teacher and be given a seat at one of the lab tables. The tables were set so you would have four people in one group, two double seating tables faced one another to make it so. The teacher had given me an assigned seat at the back of the class by the far wall. As I waited for the fifteen minutes I thought to myself. 

Okay, so there is no way I won't be able to be myself. So, I will be myself... just less... violent. I would be snarky and sarcastic, but not.... violent. Even though Zax told me to keep a low profile, being acquaintanced with one or two people wouldn't be terrible... right? Hopefully. Soon people were starting to pile into the class, sitting in their assigned seats. I casually pulled out my phone, looking at Hulu to see if any new episodes of 'Lucifer' or any of the anime's I watched were out yet. Sadly, that was not the case. I put my phone away as soon as I heard the bell ring, looking up just in time to see that 1) I didn't have any table mates, and 2) those three boys from earlier, yeah, they were rushing into the door. 

"You boys better have a good reason for being late." The teacher scolded, glaring at the three.

"Signing up for the basketball tryouts!" The one with brown hair that I remembered to park next to my car this morning exclaimed proudly. 

The teacher let out a sigh of defeat, before pointing at my table. "Just sit over there," He sighed.
Heh. It hasn't been five minutes yet and he's already annoyed. 

My attention shifted to the three who had casually sat next to me. Mr. Brown haired guy sitting across from me next to Mr. blonde, next to me sat Mr. Dirty blonde. 

I looked at Mr. Brown hair and muttered, "So you're the one with the Agera RS." I didn't think anyone heard me till Mr. Dirty Blonde looked at me with widened eyes.

"You know car names?" He asked dumbly as I turned to face him.

My eyebrows raised and my eyes slightly lowered giving the 'are you fucking serious' look to this guy, "Would I have said that if I didn't?" I asked as he chuckled.

"Guess not. The names Gaige." He smiled as I nodded.

"Mines Valerie," I replied, turning to look back at the teacher who was talking about balancing chemical equations. Didn't we learn this in middle school? Oh well, I'm not complaining. I tried to pay attention to the lesson... But the three idiots over here decided to have a yap competition. And that isn't me being sarcastic either.

"Yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap" Gaige 'yap'ed.

"Yap yap yap yap yappity yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap" Mr. Blonde added

"Yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap yap" Mr. brown had added, winning. 

"Idiots." I muttered. 

The guy with brown hair gasped, "How dare- you evil evil-" He started playfully saying before I interrupted him, "Spawn of Satan? Oh, honey, I'm quite aware. It's hard climbing out of hell every morning ya know." I responded, smiling. 

The three guys had quietly snickered at my retort. My stomach quietly grumbled, so I was the only one who had heard it. I sighed and started rummaging through my backpack for my lunch before I realized my mistake.

I didn't pack a lunch. "Fuck," I spoke my thoughts aloud. Rolling my eyes at my idiocy. 

The guy with blonde hair hummed as if asking whats wrong, he also looked at me and tilted his head.