Good Girls, Bad Guys.

PART TWO

Making my way to class is basically like walking into hell, I get death glares form everyone including some of the teachers, it's like umm I'm a student you shouldn't be death glaring me that's the other hell raisers jobs (my term for the other 'students'), getting shoved around is basically the human version of ping pong. Getting into class means i have to sneak in the door and quietly shut it behind me so no one knows im the first person in here, because as the saying goes "First to class you're a goody- two- shoes, last to class you're a..'' I can't quite remember how it goes but you get the story.

I take my usual seat at the back where no one goes (except me, duh), while everyone else glares at me as they dawdle into class like they own the show. Oh how i hate it. I hate how they can walk into class with free spirits and not get judged. I hate how they get to laugh at jokes, but if i do it i get the "What are you laughing at nerd, eavesdropping are we?" treatment. In other words i just fucking hate the 'snobs' and 'snobettes'. But there is one, one of them who doesn't laugh at their petty jokes, or join in with teasing me about my face (yes my nose is tiny and pointy), or giving me shit about my hair (pixie cut bitches). He actually smiles at me, he even once tried to make conversation with me, before getting spotted by his 'friends' and getting asked why he was sitting with 'nerd girl', i think i got his name, it was something like Toby.. Tristan or something, i can't recall from memory. But i think i may actually have feelings for someone in the snob group. This is not good i repeat this is not good. But he's not like them, or is he, i don't know he seems nice, or is it an act? Fuck my thoughts. "Talia? Talia, what's the answer to question 7?" shit i was day-thinking? Is that even a thing? Well it is now, "Uh, um, I'm not sure Sir... sorry" way to go me, embarrassing yourself in front of the class, i can feel my cheeks ignite.

I quickly gather my things and run out of my English class, soon to be followed by Toby, or was it Tristan? " Talia, wait up!" he calls, i don't bother i run out of school, I'm not that fast so he catches up to me and grabs me by the arm and pulls me into a tight hug.

Why is he hugging me or showing any sign of affection? I push him away, and give Tristan or Toby a questioning stare "Why did you come after me? You're meant to be a part of the snobs club thingy, and not give a shit about people like me." All he does is stare at me with those sympathetic eyes, and i now regret pushing him away "I don't even know your name" i say on the verge of crying, because like i said before im a weak shit and i can't handle anything. He opens his mouth as to say something, then quickly closes it again ' dO YOU EVEN KNOW YOUR OWN NAME?!" I'm yelling now, shit i should've thought this through why the fuck am i yelling.

"Toby, my name is Toby, and i give a shit about you because i watch as my 'friends' taunt you and abuse you, but i can't do anything because they'll remind me of the time i went to sit with you, and after they dragged me away the kicked me a few times and questioned the fuck out of me" Toby said before smoothing down his pitch black hair. "I'm tired of their shit, and when you ran out of class, they knew i was watching you and they kept asking 'you going to go after her or stay with us and still have friends?' and i just reached my limit of bullshit from them and i left to go after you." Fuck he actually did care about me. "Uh i-i didn't know that they kicked you, are you okay? Did they hurt you? Uh-h sorry i pushed you away, i just thought you were going to take me back in there and make me face them.." i say feeling a blush creep onto my cheeks, i could see his cheeks and ears going red, he was really blushing for me, he reached for my hand and i gladly accepted, "Hey Talia, seeing i have now been dis-owned by the snobs, what do you say about me and you being friends?" Toby said looking down at my 5'5 figure "I would love to" i replied.