' 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ' enorace school au

Chapter One

Horace walked up to Miss Hayes' desk.

"Um, hello," he said nervously.

"Oh, you must be the new kid," she recognized. A bright smile spread across her features. Horace nodded, confirming her assumptions.

"Why don't you go have a seat over there?" She pointed to a desk in the last row.

Horace walked over and put his notebooks inside the desk. He sat down and looked around the classroom. Some of the students were looking at Horace, possibly talking about him before the teacher shushed them all and began to teach.

Roughly ten minutes after the bell rung, someone walked through the classroom door and handed Miss Hayes a tardy slip. She sighed.

"Late again, Mr. O'Connor, that's your third time this week." He shrugged it off, ignoring the stares and snickering of all his classmates. He walked to the back row and sat down next to Horace, slouching a little in his seat.

"You're new here?" he asked, completely disregarding everything Miss Hayes was teaching.

"Um, yes." Horace responded quietly.

"I'm Enoch."

"Horace."

"Cool." Enoch took out some homework he never bothered doing and started drawing on it. Horace looked over curiously, a part of his attention directed towards Enoch and his drawings, and the other, towards the actual lesson itself. 

Once there was only about two minutes left of class and everyone was packing up their stuff, Enoch turned his head over to Horace.

"Hey, can I see your schedule?"
Horace pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over.

"We've got all the same classes except for 6th hour–I have art instead of P.E. So, uh, I guess I can show you where all your classes are."

"Okay," Horace said with a smile.
The next few classes were fairly uneventful. It was just your usual 'first day at a new school' routine. Nothing interesting, that was, until it was time for lunch.

Enoch walked through the lunch line. The lunch ladies filled his plate with room temperature pizza and day old apple slices. He beckoned for Horace to follow him, and showed him over to an empty table.

"So who sits with you?" Horace asked, taking a bite of his pizza, then making a disgusted face before putting it back down.

"Oh, uh, I normally sit by myself."
Horace looked confused. "No one else sits with you?" he questioned.

"Yeah, most of the time I just skip lunch and work on something in art or woodshop," he responded with a shrug.

"Well, who do you hang out with outside of school?"

Before he could say 'Nobody', a dozen or so plastic lunch trays slammed down on the table.

"Hey, faggot!" barked a heavy boy with a Letterman jacket. "This is our table."

"Sorry-" Horace tried to apologize as he stood up to move.

"Oh fuck off, Liam, we were here first," Enoch interrupted.

"Move before I knock your face off," a black haired boy chimed in.

"Make me." Someone pulled Enoch from behind, causing him to fall onto the floor. Enoch pushed himself onto his elbows before getting knocked back down by kicks from half of the football team. Several others in the lunch room had gathered around, curious to see what was going on. They continued to cheer on the unfair fight.

"Enough!" Vice Principal Norris exclaimed. "Stop this or you all get three days of in school suspension."

The group all mumbled apologies before grabbing their lunch and finding a different table to sit at. The crowd dispersed, disappointed at the outcome.

"Here." Horace held out his hand, a little guilty at having done nothing to have helped him. Enoch grabbed it and pulled himself off the sticky floor. 

"Thanks." He paused. "Wanna start walking towards our next class?"

"Didn't want to eat this gross food anyways," Horace agreed.

At the end of the school day Enoch saw Horace walking back to his locker. He followed behind him and tapped Horace's shoulder once he opened up his locker.

Horace turned around, startled, but smiled when he saw that it was only Enoch. "Oh, hey."

"Hey. So, I was wondering if I could get your number?"

"Sure, just a second." Horace dug around his binder and pulled out a pen and a scrap of paper. He wrote his number and handed it over.

"Cool, thanks." Enoch placed the piece of paper into his pockets.

"Yeah, no problem." They stood in silence for a few moments.

"Well, I should get going. See you tomorrow!"

"Bye!" Horace called out as Enoch walked away.

A/N hello !! i know this wasn't the best lmao but i hope you enjoyed. please vote and comment, it'd make me happy :))