From Brooklyn, with Hate

Chapter 6

 Riley wasn't wrong, as soon as I handed her papers back, the obnoxious bell started screaming over the PA system.

"Okay, what class do you have next? Pre-calculus, with Mr. Knox. I had pre-calc last year if you ever need help. Anyways, Knox's room is on the way to my next class, I'll take you there." she said as she grabbed my arm and almost dragged me out of the already emptied classroom.

"Thanks," I said as she pulled me into the crowded hallway. This is the reason I hate school. "I hate hallways, it's like I'm suffocating from the concentration of hormones. Help, they're taking over my body!" I dramatically placed my hand over my chest as she pulled me into a less busy hallway. She looked at me with a huge smile on her face.

"You're seriously awesome, June. But anyways, we're here. I expect to see you at lunch, I'll try to find you." Riley winked at me before she turned around to head to her class.

I walked into the classroom to see that all the seats were arranged into desks of four, and all of them were filled up. Great, I'll be the annoying fifth person.

"Why are you just standing there, you should know where you sit by now." the teacher, Mr. Knox grunted towards me.

"Actually, I'm new so I don't exactly know where I sit." I said.

"Great, just pull a chair up to a table wherever. I don't care at all, everyone choose their seats on the first day, I just made them stick to it." I rolled my eyes as I turned away from him. I looked to see a table with only one person sitting at it so far. I walked over, hoping he would be okay with me joining his table. As I got closer to the table, the boy's head lifted up, greeting me with sparkling blue eyes and a lopsided grin. Once he realized he didn't recognize me, the sparkle left his eye and his grin turned into more of a soft, but confused smile.

"Do I know you?" he asked, sounding puzzled.

"No, this is my first day, and every table has four people already. Can I join yours?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course! We'll have to add an extra chair on the end, but everyone will like you, and we'll have an extra helper on projects."

"Projects?"

"Yeah, Knox gives us a project at the end of every chapter."

"What's a... never mind." What's a project again? I'm blaming this from just coming from my whole Spanish speaking family in Arizona, a;so from exhaustion.

"Hey, Bobby! Look, we got another player!" the boy in front of me greeted someone walking towards the table I had recently joined.

"Johnathan, I thought I told you to stop using sports references around me." the other boy mumbled as he sat down next to the other one.

"And I thought I told you not to call me Johnathan. It sounds stupid." the first one bantered back.

"And Johnny doesn't sound stupid for someone who's about to turn 18 in a few months."

"You still go by Bobby."

"And what would I go by, Bob?"

"Rob?" the first boy suggested as the other nodded, liking the new name by the look on his face.

Suddenly, I was even more confused than I had been about the word 'projects', or by each other's banter. Both boys looked exactly like each other other than their clothing style, which was entirely different from each other.

"Close your mouth Michael, we are not codfish." the second one said quietly, imitating a fake British accent, or trying to anyways.

"What? Wait, first of all my name is not Michael, and second of all, you two, what?" I asked, bewildered.