Dealing with the Badboys [ON HOLD]

3- The coffee shop

After I received my schedule, the gang, as I like to call them, showed me around the school. It was mainly a reason for them to skip classes because it was always the same thing every year.

I'm quite happy with the schedule I have now because I had at least one of my friends in each class except art and mathematics, which was fine with me. Art is really something that you have to do alone to really push yourself and be in your little bubble. What I don't get though is the fact that teachers give a grade on something that is unique and different for everyone. How can you tell someone's art is better than someone else?

Maths was always something I was naturally good at. My parents always pushed me to be the best I can be and I always had a facility with numbers. But I can't say that math is fun. Math is just boring. Sometimes, I just ask myself why do I need to know how to find the sinus of an angle in a triangle to succeed in life? The world will never know.

Still thinking about random stuff and making my way to my locker, someone stops me.

"Hey, uhm we met earlier today but you didn't tell me your name." The boy was looking down, scratching his neck.

Ahhh, Zack, the guy I told on the first day of school he looked like a Greek god. Yeah, real smooth Zara.

"My name is Zara and you're Zack right?" You got to make them feel that they are not as important as they think they are. "If you would excuse me, I have a place to be so could you move out of my way?" Was I too harsh on him? Meh, he's not Jesus so who cares?

"Didn't have to be that harsh", he muttered to himself. Damn, now I feel almost bad. "Sorry for bothering you, have a nice day", he said, walking away, with a little frown, regret clouding his eyes. Okay, now I feel bad. I don't want to seem like a bitch on the first day of school. Plus, he wasn't being a jerk like his friend earlier.

So I did what I had to do.

"Hey, Zack! Would you like to go grab a coffee?"

He turned around slowly. "I thought you had somewhere to go."

"Yeah, but it can wait."

He looked skeptical but just followed me to the parking lot.

"So, know any good coffee places here?"

"Yeah, the one down the street is really good. I and the boys always go there to chill."

"Are you always with them? I mean the guys, are you always together?"

"Yup", he said popping the p. "We've been friends since we were young. Grew up on the same street, learned to ride our bikes together, took swimming classes together, we did everything together."

"Damn, I'm lucky if I can keep my friends for over a month", I said with a bitter tone. He probably realized because he started to speak.

"What do you mean more than a month? You don't look that annoying", he said with a sly grin.

"Ha ha ha, so funny I forgot to laugh," I rolled my eyes at him making him laugh.

"But seriously, you don't seem like the mean type of girl would beat someone up... never mind that. When you talked to me a few minutes ago, you looked kind of scary." I laughed at that, it's been long since someone told me that.

"Come on! I'm not that scary. It's just weird that you want to talk to me. From what I've heard, you guys are the kings of the school, get special treatments, you're fuckboys."

"Well I mean we are somehow popular even though we're just 3 teenagers as weird and awkward as every other person in this school. We just don't show it I guess."