Special - Ryden

Chapter One

A/N: so I decided to be more specific with trigger warnings. The warnings in italics are for the first section that's italicized. Ones that aren't are for the rest of the story. (I added this when I uploaded chapter 6)

I stare down at the ground.

Please don't see me.

I look at my feet as I walk down the school's main hallway.

Please don't see me.

I am pretty sure I remember where my class is, and I don't want to get out my schedule and attract attention.

Please don't see me.

It's my first day at this school, and I just don't want to be the "new kid" who all the popular kids beat up and the nice ones try to talk to after.

Please don't see me.

I really just want to be as isolated as possible here.

Please don't-

I feel someone crash against me and almost immediately my body hits the floor arm-first with a thud.

Fuck.

I look up and find that it wasn't actually supposed to be me on the ground. No one was supposed to fall. To guys were just pushing each other and one was pushed into me. Great. I'm still getting pushed around when no one is even trying.

I look down even as I'm standing up. I continue down the hallway. From the end it looks short but when you're walking through it making an effort towards something you can't control, it feels like walking for infinity, 30 seconds can last a whole decade. 

I decide to just go along with whatever happens. I don't really have a choice. There's no way someone won't beat me up just because I want them to stop.

I sigh and watch every step I take. 

One, two, three, four, five...

It took me 78 steps to getting the rest of the way to my class. I sit down at the only still empty desk. Everyone must love this class, it's already full.

The bell rings a minute later right on time with the teacher, Mr. Foster walking into the class.
I tone him out as he rambles on about whatever this class is. Technology. Right.

"...we have a new student-" my head shoots up "George-"

"Actually, um, I go by Ryan."

"My paper says George. I will call you George unless you have a good reason to be called Ryan."

"I have reasons."

"I'd love to hear." I can tell he's mad by the tone of his voice. Fuck it. Who cares if I get off wrong with my teacher. Maybe I can get kicked out of here and go to a school where I actually know people.

"Good for you."

"George, if you can't cooperate I'll have to make you sit outside." He says it like I'm a fucking preschooler.

I decide not to answer. He calls me George, that's not my name, I don't have to.
"George..."

I feel myself start to heat up. Great, I really don't want to freak out on my first day.
"Outside. Now!"

I get up and walk out. I don't just stop outside the door, though, like he wants me too. I continue to the front doors of the school and go and sit down. The cool air of early December feels great right now.

I take a deep breath and-

"Hey!" MY thoughts are cut off my someone yelling in my direction. Actually, multiple someones. "What do you think you're doing? Get back to class!"

The one yelling clearly isn't any sort of hall monitor. He's in black skinny jeans with dyed hair and just doesn't look like the type to enjoy anything involving school at all.

"Fuck no," I respond.

"I'm just messing with you."

"I can tell." I mumble it under my breath.

"So, which class caused you to ditch?"

"Tech."

"Oh, Mr. Foster? He's a bitch." It's a different kid this time. He also has on black skinny jeans, his are just very ripped.  "I'm Weekes. Dallon Weekes." He says, holding out his hand. I don't move. "Nothing? Really? Okay."

"I'm Awsten Knight." It's the first one.

Well... okay then. Now I have two-

"Brendon should be out soon. Unless he's actually going to class." 

Make that three people who are actually willing to talk to me. I'm not sure if that's good or bad, but... it's definitely bad.

As of right on queue, another kid who I'm assuming is Brendon walks out of the school doors. 

Damn. If this is brendon, then Brendon is... not-just-average-looking.

"'Sup people! Mr. Foster is looking for a kid with-oh. You, he's looking for you." He finishes after turning towards me.

"Hey Bren!" Dallon says, confirming my assumption.

"Oh." He pauses and turns back in my direction. "Name?"

"Ryan."

"Huh. Mr. Foster said Geo-"

"Don't even finish that sentence." I snap at him.

"Okay." He holds his hands up.

Awsten begins speaking. "We meet out here every 5th and 7th period cause those ones suck for all of us. I'm actually supposed to be in your class right now. Bren and Dallon had him 7th period last semester. You ever wanna hang out, you're welcome here."

I just nod. I have no idea if I'll take them up on that.

Awsten holds his hand out. I decide to shake his. 

"Come on!" Dallon yells. 

Awsten smirks in a bragging way in his direction before he turns to looks back at me.

A/N: Remember that thing I said about not posting anything until I finish it in my updates story? Well I changed my mind. Cause I felt like it. I don't have a set name for this story or even any idea how often I will update (it will probably be all over the place, maybe even sometimes twice a day, maybe sometimes after 3 months), so I have no idea when and how I will end this. Or if I will ever finish this.

I have two more chapters written. I think I'm going to upload them really soon by which I mean in the next hour as long as my computer doesn't die (it's at 6% right now and i have no idea where my charger is).

I want to mention this, I had a Wattpad account over a year ago then abandoned it. So this is my fresh start. I'm hoping I won't abandon this one, at least as quick as I did with that one. I had one story with only two chapters. I'm also hoping this will get more reads than that story, which got 9. Yeah.

Anyways, have a good day, and stay alive ||-//