Me.

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Jake's POV

English. Finally! My favourite subject. I sit there doodling in my last class of the day in my seriously filled notebook. The teacher's voice is drowned out by the sound of my pencil making lines on the paper as I create a tiny monster doodle in the corner of my page. It was the only place I could fit it as my page was already filled with so many others. 

I honestly didn't really have to pay attention in English. No I am not a nerd or anything but English kind of just comes to me when we are put in test conditions so I never really pay attention in class. We are currently doing creative writing as our semester topic which is my absolute favourite. I love the fact that you can really just let your mind go and write whatever you want for the test. The one hard thing about English is that grading is so fucked up sometimes. Who decided it would be a good idea to have a subject that there was technically no correct answer and make exams and shit on it. How does that even work. Grading is fully up to interpretation from whoever is marking it and I definitely don't agree with that. 

Last year, I had the worst teacher that I have ever come across. She absolutely hated my guts because I actually had the balls to call her out on some of her bullshit that she would say in class and would always call her out if she got something wrong. I read a tonne of books and most of them are not the generic ones that you find in the bookstore in the young adult section. A lot of them are books that we end up studying in class so I've already got a bunch of prior knowledge on them when we study them, hence why I don't really listen. Anyway, last year we were studying To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and my teacher was completely missing the key ideas of the novel when she was trying to teach us about the story. Now I know it wasn't the smartest decision of mine to call out a teacher on her teaching skills but I was so mad that she wasn't letting us delve into the true meanings behind the book that I know the author would have wanted to be incorporated into our essays. Needless to say, from that day on, she hated my guts and started purposefully failing my tests even though they were fucking good essays and creative writing assessments. My mum saw and ended up complaining to the school and we had to get my tests marked by another teacher. Anyway, that is just one of the reasons why I hate this school and never listen in class. 

I know I am probably making myself sound like the total loser that sits at home with no friends and reads all day and listens to music but I swear to you I'm not. I do actually have a bunch of friends who I hang out with all the time. I just use all the time that I'm supposed to be studying and doing homework to do other things like read and listen to music. 

English is the one class where I don't really have any of my friends in so I sit on a table by myself and doodle pretty much the whole time. I stare up at the clock and realise that we still have half an hour left of class. Great. I continue doodling until I realise that the class has fallen silent, with not even the teacher speaking. I look up and realise there is a new boy standing in the doorway. Backpack slung over one shoulder and staring at the ground. I can't see his face through his bleached blond hair that is parted in the middle and cascading down in front of his eyes. He looks nervous and hesitant to walk into the classroom. Why is he even here so late, it last period and there is literally only half an hour left of school before we can all go home. 

"Class this is Tyler. He is a new student that will be joining us this year after his family have moved from Georgia." My teacher explained. It's not rare for us to get new students, especially one who have moved from different states. Everyone wants to come to LA and live the LA lifestyle. It's not that special if you ask me but I mean I have lived here my whole life so I don't really know much different. 

The boy finally looks up from the floor and I realise his extremely edgy outfit. He is wearing a Harley Davidson button up with a massive wing and motorcycle on the front. It came down his thighs over his light blue jeans. He was wearing chains around his neck and a snake bracelet over his wrist. His black converse looked worn out and tired but managed to tie the entire outfit together. As he looks around the room I realise that there is only one seat left in the classroom and that is next to me. Of course. Great. Now I'm probably going to have to actually do something in this class now.