It's a complicated order.

This is where is strikes.

   I've been asked a lot in my life the question "Are you okay?". This question may be okay to ask but for me, it is the most worthless piece of crap question I have ever heard in my entirety of life.

    Oliver, are you okay?

It confuses me. If you say no to the question everyone pesters you till you have a stroke. If you say yes then you're ignored.

  They ask a question, with the intention of ignoring you in the future.

Completely

Useless

     When my phone shrieks a song from The Fault In Our Stars, I know it's time to get ready for school.     

   Staring at the ceiling, I ponder why every girl at my school is completely gaga over Augustus Waters. Augustus was a man who knew nothing about Hazel's personality. Augustus and Hazel never loved each other in my opinion. Their love was so fast, literally love at first sight, that it screamed out to me that they were only together because of their sickness and were scared of dying alone.

    With that cleared out of my mind, I run my hands through my mess of black hair until it looks A-Okay and pull on a teeshirt and jeans.

   Some guys at the school would rock a suit or something totally fancy and expensive, but I was the kind of guy that worried about my tie looking too small or big. In other words, I was too anxiety enduced.

    My mom is sitting in the living room, watching television. She always got up so early that I almost felt sympathetic towards her. I grab an apple and a stick of gum, then tell her we gotta go.

    I know it's completely lame for my mom to be driving me to school but

A) I can't legally drive

and

B) My mother still thinks I'm twelve and can't walk to school by myself

    So I was basically out of luck.

While driving to school, she tried to make small talk but I was completely zoned out. In my own little world.

   I made her pull over about a quater mile away from the school.

   As she drove off, I threw the apple core across somebody's yard.

     My school was awkwardly placed. You had about fifty miles of houses that are each two minutes away from the highway, and then a school that was in the middle of the rows of houses.

    So I walked by at least twenty houses before I got onto the ugly, gum-layered cemented campus.

   It was a great school, but most of the people here belonged in jail.

    Being the guy that I am, I walked around campus twice to see if all the sharpied on penises were still drawn on the school walls.

    They were.

    I walked inside and grabbed a school map, that they updated every year over the summer.

   They changed everything. The school was shaped like an addition sign. North wing was English, East wing was Science, South wing was Mathematics, leaving the West full of etceteras.

   Most of my classes were in the West Wing.

oh. i forgot to mention something.

    Ever since I was a little kid, I was some type of computer genius. Computers meant I excelled in Science, and Math. I finishes all my high school math classes by eighth grade. Some type of record.

     I loved to write all my life so English flew by with ease. I basically had a freshman in college education by ninth grade.

   I wasn't really ready for college so I decided to fill out my school schedule with etceteras. Computers, Office Aide, Gym, Technology, Art (AKA, play on my phone), English, French, Writing Pro (some weird program for gifted writers that I totally dreaded), and of course the most hated WEB.

    WEB stood for something that I can't even remember. It's stupid anyways. WEB is where a new kid to the school shows up and I get to show them around. It's total torture. It's awkward for both sides of it and it's legitimately mental torture.

    After ten minutes of walking around, I noticed it.

I noticed her.

    As I walkes around the corner, where the druggies usually hang out, a girl with long blonde hair was staring at me. Her smile was hidden behind her hand, her blue eyes gazing every part of me.

  I could feel my heart skip. Why did i even like her though? She was a six at best.

    She had wavy blonde hair with dark brown highlights (or maybe lowlights? I'm a guy, I don't know this crap). She had one of those flower child crowns of sunflowers in her hair.

     The best part about her though, she checked me out.

      With a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of my mouth, I decided to make my move.