A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 6: Paper balls

I took a good look at my schedule, growling under my breath when I saw that History was my next class. For someone who despised having to learn lots of facts and dates by heart, history had to be the most boring subject ever. I knew when World War I & II had started and ended, I'd heard of the French Revolution alright, and I was no stranger to the bedtime story of how America got discovered by Columbus. Any more knowledge than this was irrelevant.

Very unenthused, I entered the classroom and refrained from pulling a grimace when I saw that old hag as my new History teacher. I sighed inaudibly and strolled to the last row, as always, but seemed like I wasn't the only one who wasn't keen on being disturbed during sleeping.

"Er...can I help you?"

I might have seemed strange by just standing in front of that guy and contemplating on where to sit. Feeling rudely interrupted in my thoughts, I wanted to snarl, 'Yeah, you can help me by getting off my fucking seat' but then I paused when I recognized his face.

It was Lauren's boyfriend.

Tall, weird looking, and just... not right for Lauren.

Just look at that guy, confusion etched on his face and it wasn't the cute kind of confusion, but it was one of the annoying sort, where I wanted to punch him in the eye and only then would he understand what I really thought about him.

"Nah, I'm fine." I said, biting back a snide remark. It wouldn't help me getting on Lauren's good side if she found out that I disliked her boyfriend. She would immediately jump to the conclusion that I was jealous, and I didn't do feelings which had something to do with romance, let alone jealousy.

So I opted for the second last row and trotted to a free seat on the very right; on my left side sat an Asian guy. At first I was surprised when he gave me an acknowledging nod, but then I recognized his face from the choir Club. He was the dancer pro and had some cool moves. I grinned back. People who could dance like that were always on my good side, even more if they were girls.

"I'm Noah." He offered with a smile, relaxing back in his chair. "The one who sucks at maths, can't play the piano and have no idea about computers. I'm sorry if you thought you could copy homework from me, I'm not doing them either. Not the cliche asian dude, then."

I laughed at this, I completely understood his loathing of being stamped off as a stereotype and I couldn't agree more of his way of showing it. Sarcasm was - and forever would be - the best way to approach a topic that just pissed you off.

"You're okay." I said, and coming from me, it meant something. Noah just grinned and handed me a sheet of paper, which had some crude drawings of the History teacher. I looked at him questioningly.

"History class is paper ball war time. You're joining me, us two against Jack and Matt." He pointed over his shoulder with a thumb and I turned my head back to see Lauren's boyfriend sitting next to another dude. Both were already ripping paper into stripes and crumpling them in their fists, actually looking very serious about this whole thing.

"Who's Jack and who's Matt?" I asked, wanting to make sure that I got the names right, not wanting to harass the wrong person.

"Lauren's boyfriend, the quarterback, is Jack. You saw him yesterday at the choir club, right? They sat together." Noah absently said, focused on ripping the paper in equal parts. Watching him preparing ammunition for the game.

Quickly glancing over my shoulder, I gave Jack a death glare which he missed because he was busy shredding a sheet of paper in two parts. Clumsy as he was with his big paws, he ended up angrily tearing the paper into thousand little paper scraps, covering his table with useless litter.