Drop out [l.h] au

Classroom blues

I felt his eyes gazing over my head to my shoulders to my legs then my feet then he'd just look away and out the window to his left.

I wanted to whimper out loud at the fact he was looking at me and not in a good way either not even close.

The way he was staring at me made me feel uncomfortable so I just kept my focus on the board at the front of the room.

"Okay new year how is everyone",Ms.Henderson asked not really caring for anyone's answer.

Silence, well not complete silence.

"Guess that answers my question,today we'll just be setting up your notebooks and getting everything situated for this semester."

I felt myself sigh as I raked my fingers from my scalp all the way down to the ends of my hair trying to get out the tangles that accumulated from the drowsy weather that seemed to linger everywhere.

I placed a notebook on the wooden desk in front of me as I felt around the bottom of my bookbag searching in hope to find one of the only black pens I have.

Of course it would be me who forgets to pack something the very first day of school.

I placed my hand back on the desk as I looked around at everyone getting out their stuff.

God fucking dammit.

"Here."

I heard a deep voice say behind me..I turned my head to be met with blue eyes staring back into my dull green ones.

I got lost in thought as I stared at him my foot shaking.

Only I didn't realize I was just staring and not even talking back to him.

"Excuse m-e?"

He lifted his clothed long arm up with a pen held in his hand and handed it to me.

He said nothing else as he sat back at the same seat he was sitting in before looking back at the same tree outside the damn window.

I looked wearily at the pen placed in my fingers.

What exactly was that supposed to mean.

A few people were still staring at him and he seemed to be getting agitated at the fact people couldn't keep their eyes to themselves.

One of the guys from earlier looked scared as hell when luke looked him in straight in the eyes with a straight face.

I don't blame the guy for being scared of him everyone sitting in this very room was either texting their mom to come get them or staring at the guy in confusion.

Why was he here?

The question kept bouncing to the back of my mind.

Even Ms.Henderson looked on edge as she handed out a syllabus for the semester.

I don't know how exactly I feel at the moment.

Obviously I'm weary and dumbfounded for the worst if that makes any sense.

Why would a guy like that ever show his face in public ever again did he know what people thought of him and how many people want him dead?

Half the town was terrified of him the other half the people hates him.

Me?

I don't think I'm in either if I'm being honest.

I do have a reason to hate him and a reason not to be but I do have more than a few reasons to keep my distance.

But I just don't see why he'd be back in the same high school he left two years ago it just doesn't make one smack of sense.

I could tell by the expressions on everyone's face they were thinking the same thing I was.

Now not by any means do I ever agree with anything my peers do not in a million years.

But there is one thing me and everyone that surrounds me agrees on.

That is that luke hemmings is not someone you should ever associate with.

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Second chapter .-.