Outcast

Outcast- The bus seat

+Veronica+

The Bus rolled up in front of my house. I grabbed my backpack and walked outside, locking the door behind me. Cole was already there, stepping onto the bus. I sighed. So this new kid is on my bus too? Well, let's just hope he sits in the back with everyone else. I like being alone on the bus. It gave me time to think. Then again, I always had time to think.

I stepped onto the bus and looked down the aisle. "Ah Hell no." I yelled.

He was sitting in my seat. MY seat.

"What?" Cole questioned.

"That's my seat! You can't sit in that seat. It's mine." I told him, irritated.

Cole rolled his eyes. "You can sit here..." He patted the seat with his hand. I scoffed loudly. 

"First, you have to move."

"There's no way I'm doing that..."

"Veronica, Sit down!" The bus driver yelled at me.

"Okay!" I sat in the bus seat across from him and turned towards Cole. "You're really irritating me right now."

"Why? I sat in a bus seat."

"No, You sat in MY bus seat. See, look-" I pointed to a knife that I had drawn on the seat with black sharpie. "That knife means it's mine."

Cole chuckled. "Fine, I'll move." Cole quickly moved across the aisle and sat down in a different seat.

"Thank you." I told him and moved to my seat. and lay my backpack on the ground. "Are you happy?" Cole asked me.

"Yes, I am."

"Okay then,-" He moved right back into this seat next to me. "So..You're not gonna cut me?" He laughed lightly.

"I might if you don't go to a different seat." I growled at him. He stayed put. "I'm not gonna win this am I?" I whined at him.

"Nope,"

"Damn it." I muttered. I was already missing being alone in my seat. It made me feel uncomfortable. I was usually by myself. The rest of the bus ride was silence. It wasn't exactly awkward, it was just quiet. I guess I didn't mind it. I almost felt bad for being mean to someone who was just trying to make a friend.

Yes, I'm a horrible person.

Ugh. I hadn't even known this person for 24 hours and I felt guilty already.

+Cole+

I stepped off the bus and walked along the pavement towards the entrance to the school. I know it's a cliche, but I couldn't help but feel eyes on me and hear whispering. So that actually does happen? I ignored the high-pitched whispering and focused on my feet.

I opened the door to the school and walked along the hallway till I came to, what I assume, was an office.

"Umm..Hello?" I said, to get the secretary's attention. "I'm Cole." The secretary slowly turned her head and stared at me with squinting eyes.

"The new kid?" I nodded my head and shoved my hands in my pockets. "Right in there." She lifted her hand and pointed to a door behind her desk with her long, pointing fingernails.

I knocked on the door and stepped into the tiny office. A man who was shorter then me was sitting at his desk, scribbling all over a calendar. He was nearly bald and had wide, brown eyes. 

"Hello Cole! Nice to meet you. I'm Mr. Thompson. Welcome to Big Sky High School." The short man bellowed in a deep voice.

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When lunch came around I sat at an empty table, way in the corner. Where else was I going to sit? I hadn't talked to anyone all morning. I think I recalled a couple of people trying to talk to me but I just ignored them. I didn't do it on purpose. I had some kind of attention disorder. It's hard for me to realize what was going on around me when I'm focused on something.

"Let me see your schedule, now."

I looked up at a very pissed off Veronica. "Hello. Nice seeing you again." I smiled and played with my food with my fork.

"The schedule. Now." She held out her hand impatiently. I roll my eyes and pull out a neatly folded paper from my pocket and handed it to her. "Why?"

She unfolded the paper and scanned over it with her brown eyes. "Because, you're in almost every class I'm in." She slammed the paper back onto the table, wrinkling the corner.

"What?" I hadn't seen her at all since the bus. How could she have been in almost all of my classes? "I didn't see you at all."

"So typical. You're to absorbed in all of the attention you're getting to notice." She spat out at me with disgust. She folded her arms across her chest and groaned. "Listen, We already have too many thick-headed jerks around here. We don't need another one."

With those final words she stomped away from the table. I blinked at her. She called me thick-headed and a jerk. Did I do something wrong?

"Don't mind her. She always reacts this way when there's a new kid." I look up again. A tan girl with curly brown hair stood in front of me with her perfectly manicure hands running through her hair.

"Hello?"

"I'm Melissa." She sat down across from me and smiled. "So you're Cole?"

"Yes." I answered simply. I looked back down at my plate. "Why is she like that?"

Melissa was obviously annoyed that I continued to talk about Veronica. She frowned and let out a loud sigh. "I don't know. There was an incident a couple years ago. Why are you so interested in her anyways?"

I shrugged and took a bite of some jello. "No reason." I said, my mouth full.

"Well, you're welcome to come hang out with us at our table." Melissa gestured towards a table nearest to the door. It was all filled up with girls laughing and fixing their hair. No thanks. I smiled anyways and set my spoon down on the plastic tray.

"Thanks for the offer, but I really should get going." I stand up and throw my trash in the garbage. I exit the loud lunchroom, not caring to look back at Melissa.

+Veronica+

"Listen, We already have too many thick-headed jerks around here. We don't need another one."

How the hell did he do it? He managed to fit his way into my whole morning. This was bad. I liked the way things were around here. I didn't need a blond boy come and fuck everything up. I stomped away from his table and exited the cafeteria.

I walked next to the orange lockers with my hands gripping my bag tightly. It had took me three tries but I finally managed to open my locker. I shoved a few textbooks in and took a few out.

"Veronica. Pleasure seeing you, as always." There was no possible way of mistaking that voice.

"Jake." I said with a straight face. I slammed my locker shut and continued to stare at it. Being around Jake made me uncomfortable.

"What? You're not gonna say that you're happy to see me?" I could suddenly feel his presence right behind me. He was standing close. Too close for my liking. My breathing hitched and my face went red.

"Jake, stop." I choked the words out. It was a little too similar to what I said to him that night. The night everything got so screwed up. The night Jake screwed my life over.

"I'm just messing around, sweetie. No need to be scared." His voice would be soothing to any normal girl's ears. But not mine. It made my stomach twist. He placed his rough hand on my shoulder. That was drawing the line.

"Leave me alone." I shook his hand off and walked away, tears threatening to spill.