Who is in Class?

1

I pressed my hand against my cheek, eyes flicking over to Aleks, my apparent lab partner. He was crowded by Jordan, Trinity, and Kiersten. All but Kiersten were middle school acquaintances, and even Aleks and I went back to grade school. Small towns and all that.

"I just can't believe Ringwald was serious when she named him team captain! He's already student body president," Jordan had been getting all worked up about it for a while now.

"Who are we talking about?" I butted in.

Only Jordan had that questioning look on her face when I suddenly joined in. Trinity looked over me, snubbing me some, Aleks was used to this, and Kiersten and I had a bit of history in Mrs. Broach's AP World History class.

"Yoru," Aleks accommodated.

I knew exactly who they were talking about.

I sat back on the stool some and placed my hands behind my head, "Oh." I turned to Jordan, "Jeez, I didn't know you were a closet racist, Jorgy."

Kiersten had that reluctant smile on his face and Aleks laughed.

"I am not!" Jordan seemed insulted.

"Yeah," Trinity butted in with a pre-joke giggle. "Especially not when he's such a hot piece of ass."

"Oh?" I cocked a brow, sending a smirk over to Trinity. "I didn't know you had a thing for him."

"Oh please, Noah, you would know if you weren't such a creep," Trinity attacked me in such a harsh verbose way.

"Oh shut it, Trin," Aleks admonished. Brotherhood of the elementary kickball team, I guessed.

"Yeah, Trin," I parroted mockingly. Aleks spared me a brief glare.

"So," Jordan turned to me, "you do know who we're talking about, right?"

"Yeah," I waved an unconcerned hand. "He's the plucky little freshman in my AP World History class."

"He's in our class?" Kiersten looked dumb.

"Yes. Obviously," I hissed. "You should've known that."

"Well, fuck. I apologize. Jesus," Kiersten put his hands up in the universal sign of surrender.

I waved him off and Kyle, from the other side of the table looked up from his workbook saying: "It's a freshman class, you know."

"It's supposed to be," I tacked on giving Kyle an assessing look. "Where the hell is your partner?"

"Who?" he murmured, looking shifty.

"Shelby," I supplied, squinting. Shelby was another grade school acquaintance and former grade school bully of mine.

"Absent," Kyle stated the obvious.

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes.

I turned back to the trinity crowding the table.

"What? Does everyone know him?" Aleks asked in mock horror. I apparently missed some things.

"Shut the fuck up, Aleks," Jordan growled.

"There's like two thousand people that go to this school; no fucking way everyone knows him," Jordan muttered, crossing her arms.

"Oh my god, are we still talking about Yoru over here?" I re-entered the conversation again. "...Does anyone even know his last name?"

Popularity didn't really mean shit but also his popularity was immediately disproven when no one gave up his last name. Aleks smiled at that.

"Nice," Kiersten commented, slightly impressed and amused.