Damned but mine

Chapter 21

NICK

Mr. Woods stops teaching when a knock on the door was heard. Dropping the novel on the teacher's desk, he walks up to the door and opens it. He steps aside and soon our class teacher, Mr. Eric walks in.

"Hi class." He greets and turns to the door, "Come in," He signals with his hand and suddenly a girl walk into the class, standing in front of the class. Looking at her introduce herself so boldly, I remember the first time I stood there too—I was a little bit rude then but still, I can't believe how time has gone so fast.

"Sit beside Thomas, there's a free seat there." He commands, pointing directly to Thomas and Thomas on the other side, excitedly gets himself ready by licking his full palm and perming his hair backward. It was hard to see her nose srcunch up when she sits next to him—I mean who wouldn't, that was disgusting.

"Hi!" Thomas grins, "Nice to meet you." Everyone eyes were on them, even our teachers and with a huge smile, Thomas stretches his licked hand forward for a shake. She looks down at his hand but ignores it when she looks to the front of class—back to the teacher.

Did she just leave him hanging? I mean that's pretty savage, someone really needs to put Thomas in his place.

Mr. Woods clears his throat, gaining everyone's attention—I'm sure he too was surprised. "Okay, uh, I would be leaving now so you guys can get back to your classes."

Slowly the time went by and soon the bell rings for lunch. Quickly everyone shoves their book into their bag and begin spilling out of the class, even though the teacher was still around.

"You guys would be getting your assignments tomorrow. Even though you didn't get one today because of the bell, you'd surely be getting tomorrow." He shouted repeatedly cause literally no one was listening, everyone was thinking of how to get out of the class already.

Picking up my books from the table one by one, I shove them into my bag. The football team runs along, leaving the class and I see Carlos walking up to me, he didn't follow them. "You ready?" He ask.

"Yeah." I stand up from the chair and sat my bag down on it before waking out together.

My food in my tray on the hand, I stare into the large cafeteria, looking for a table. I can't go to Frank's table when... I shake my head quickly, it's not like I didn't anything wrong and Carlos already told him, so he's probably cool with it all already. Walking to the table with Carlos, we both sit down, placing our tray on the table. Frank doesn't look up from his food, instead he stabs the apple he had on his plate with a fork—Rip apple.

"Hey." I say to everyone, adding a smile with it. I'm not the type to feel guilty over something that I didn't cause. Thomas looks my way and eventually rolls his eyes before sipping on his skimmed milk angrily. "Well," I continue. "Seems to me I'm not wel..."

"Hey." Frank greets stunning everyone as all of their heads snap to him. "Dude, how you been?" He finally lifts his head up.

"I'm good." I say, my voice coming out more as a whisper, I have no clue what was going on.

Suddenly Thomas sighs loudly, slamming his hand on the table, "Can you guys believe that transfered student? Who the hell does she think she is? And what kind of a name is... What was her name again? Oh right! Rubsy." He laughs loudly—from the way he was talking a lot you'd know he felt embarrassed by what she did, I mean who wouldn't do same, he had his saliva all over his hand.

"I find it cool." Carlos butts in.

"Yeah, me too." I added quickly. Soon the whole table agrees in unison that they love the name too.