Just Like the 80s Films

Hetter High School

High school is like a hell hole where everyone sweats profusely and stares awkwardly at each other while they're supposed to be learning about Pythagorean's Theorem or some trash that no one cares about. Did I say like? I meant is. That's exactly what it is.
Also, not to sound like some old fogey, but high schoolers are the worst. No joke, it's like every single teenager is either a hoser, a poser, or a straight up jerk-wad. And everyone else is just a lame-o teacher's pet. Barf, no thank you. I'd rather just sit in the back and tune everyone out.
I sit by myself in the back of pretty much every class. The deal is, if you scowl at anyone who looks at you, nobody's gonna try to talk to you, let alone sit by you. It's a pretty sweet deal, not to mention the teacher never calls on me.
Except for, apparently, today.
"Matthew McGuffin. What about you?" She glared menacingly at me.
"I didn't raise my hand Mrs. —uh— Ma'am."
A few of the other students snickered.
"I didn't ask you if you had raised your hand, I asked you if you could tell me the name of the conquistador who defeated the Aztecs."
All I managed to spit out was, "The condo-what?", which was apparently not the answer she was looking for.
Amanda What's-Her-Face's hand shot up immediately. "Mrs. Garvelman! I can tell you about the conquistadors since Matthew is clearly too dull to comprehend the history of the Aztecs."
"Eat my shorts, Amanda!" I shouted, without thinking.
Amanda gasped loudly.
"Mr. McGuffin!" The teacher shrieked.
"She started it!" I exclaimed.
Mrs. Something-or-Other sighed, the kind of sigh that says you've been teaching high schoolers for probably like a hundred years or something, and you're, like, totally over it.
"Go on then Mr. McGuffin," She tapped her foot impatiently. "What was the name of the man who led the expedition to the Aztec Empire?"
I wracked my brain for some remnant of the class that I had paid zero attention to.
"Herman Cortez?" I guessed
Mrs. Gravel-path was slightly taken aback. "That was surprisingly close actually. Perhaps if you make an effort to pay attention, you might actually succeed in my class."
Grody. Like that was ever gonna happen.

...

In the hallway, someone tapped me on the shoulder, which was really odd because people generally avoided me at all costs. I whipped my head around, prepared to be very annoyed.
Standing there was a short-ish boy with curly black hair and deep brown eyes. He was smiling shyly, and looked kind of nervous.
"Who are you." I said.
"Oh, uh, I'm David. I'm new here." He answered.
"...And?"
"And um, I just wanted to say that you were funny today, in class" he beamed. His teeth were so white the practically sparkled, not that I noticed or anything.
"Okay, well, I wasn't trying to be." I crossed my arms.
"Oh! I didn't mean like in a bad way! I just meant like you seem, like, cool, and maybe we could be friends?"
I waited to see if he was just yanking my chain, but he seemed completely serious. "So... you came over here. To ask me to be friends with you??"
"Well, yeah I guess so."
"Dude, that's really weird. Where are you from, man?"
"I'm from Ontario, in Canada. Where are you from?" David asked earnestly.
"Right... anyways. I'm gonna go to class now." I said, honestly baffled by the whole encounter.
"Okay, bye! I'll see you around!" He said.
"Yeah... probably not." I said. And then I left.
I'm not proud of it but, yeah, that's what I did.

***** authors notes and stuff *****
he's nervous okay give him a break! he's just a bean

omg I can't believe somebody already read the first chapter I'm literally honored!! Idk if that was an accident but tysm for real.

also I'm sorry the chapters are short but like.... I'm a mess my bad