The Beauty is the Beast

Chapter 4 - First Period

DYLAN POV:

"Hey! Sorry I took so long!" Cam waved as he ran back towards Dylan. He was getting some dirty looks from the people in the corridor for some reason. Did Cam do something wrong? He seemed like a pretty nice guy...

"No problem." He ignored it, as he closed his locker and pushed in a few numbers, hoping he would remember them later. "Let's go."

As they walked to class, Cam explained how to find classes, where the canteen was, where the gym was and he shared his number with him incase he had any questions. Dylan patiently listened and occasionally nodded or dropped in a short question.

"Well...here we are. It was nice to meet you Dylan." Cam said, "Don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it."

"Thanks Cam. I'll see you around?" Dylan asked hopefully.

He was afraid he might have come off as a little indifferent when Cam was helping him out. He was quite tired and not in a great mood, that may have been why. But he really did enjoy hanging out with Cam. He was a fresh breath of air and his positive energy got kind of contagious after a while.

"Y-yea, sure! We have the next class together anyway." The smaller boy seemed kind of taken aback that he asked. When the other teen started to ask why, a loud bell rang and the boy instantly drowned in a sea of people.

Dylan decided he should just go into his class too. He didn't want to make a bad first impression.

He cautiously opened the wooden door and entered the classroom. It was about 4 times the size of his entire house. It looked super modern and classy. The floor was evenly lined with polished wood. All the desks (that could definitely accommodate at least two people) were evenly spread out with one person occupying each one.

The walls were an off-white colour and had two large pin boards on the two opposite sides with student essays, artwork and photographs covering them. The ceiling was decorated large white lights all over, making the room extremely well lit.

But no matter how fancy this school was, one part remained the same. The worst part...he had to pick a place to sit. Luckily, there were only about 4 empty seats to sit on. Since he arrived late, most of the spots were taken.

On the back-left corner, there was a small group of girls who were giggling together. When he tried to pull a seat, he received a sharp glare from all of them. Maybe not this spot then...

Towards the middle of the classroom, he saw a group of people sitting together, with full gaming gear, head-phones, multiple laptops and other stuff he didn't know the name of. He was pretty sure that one of them even had a bean bag.

He decided to just avoid that area. It's not that he had anything against gamers. In fact, if he could afford it, maybe he would even try it out but he was actually looking forward to making some friends to talk and relate to in class.

He then spotted the perfect seat, right in front of the smart board, which looked like a gigantic tv. The people sitting on the desk next to the empty one seemed pretty friendly. They both looked up from the leather bound books they were holding, and smiled at him as he approached the table.

"Hey", A deep voice said from behind him, before he could sit, "You shouldn't sit there."

Startled, he turned around to see a guy smiling at him. It was different from Cam's though, it seemed less genuine, slightly cunning. Maybe he was just being paranoid, he did do that sometimes. He knew best, not to judge a book by it's cover.

He was about an inch or two shorter than him. He had platinum blonde hair, that kept falling on his face, even after he pushed it back a couple times. His eyes were blue, a cold blue, like ice and he wore a skin tight shirt under his slightly large varsity jacket.

He looked like a male model. Wouldn't be surprised if he was. Everyone in this school seemed to be either a celebrity or simply loaded.

Suddenly everyone in the class was staring at him. Before he knew what to make of it, the blonde guy continued speaking.

"Wimbledon always picks on the front row." He said, as if it was the worst thing in the world.

Dylan didn't mind being picked on. He actually liked participating in class discussions, but he didn't say that to the guy.  

"Oh." he said.

"You should come sit with us." He said, looking him up and down, as if he was sizing him up. This earned a few gasps from the people around him.

He looked around to see everyone's surprised expression, he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but he didn't want to be rude and reject the guy, especially since he came up to him. So he shrugged and said, "Ok."

"Great." There it was again. That smile.

"My name is Brandon. What's yours?"

"I'm Dylan."

"Cool. Nice to meet you Dylan." He extended his hand, gesturing for a handshake.