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New Boy - Pt.4

YOUR POV:

While I shuffled through the crowded corridors of my stereotypically-modern high school, I stared at my feet; Knowing that if I looked up the look of sympathy in people's eyes would be enough to break me. Knowing that they still felt sympathetic for my situation despite only knowing half of what I was forced to endure everyday. Knowing that they felt helpless, yet also knowing that even a smile or one simple conversation with one normal person could, no, would make my week so much easier.

As I rounded the corner to my home room, I heard whispering and started to wonder what it was about, deciding I would have to do some eavesdropping to find out. As I walked in, the room went silent , while everyone eagerly looked up to see who was coming in, but when it was me they started talking again - not one person even glancing at me for the rest of the time I was on the classroom. I thought it seemed weird as an excited buzz, radiated through the room, before I heard Corbyn Besson announce to his friends: Zach Herron, Jonah Marais and Jack Avery, that the reported 'new boy' had arrived but wasn't in our class. Apparently the whole class heard him, because everyone started mumbling in disappointment. In all honesty, I had had a crush on Zach since 8th grade, but obviously no one knew because who could I trust? Right, not one person.
In fact all of Zach's friends were cute, but they all had girlfriends and, may I add, they were my favourite couples in the school: Corbina (Corbyn and Christina), Jatum (Jonah and Tate) and Jabbie (Jack and Gabbie). That friendship group always seemed to be kind to me when no one else was, occasionally having a short but warming conversation whenever they found me alone or even just the unseen smiles that would lift up any day. But I also understood why they couldn't be associated with me normally and also respected that, because it obviously wasn't their fault.
First period, I had chemistry, which isn't too bad, however I am not exactly an academic person and I enjoy more of the arty subjects like music, but my favourites were art and DT - I would love to be a fashion stylist one day but that seems a long way away. Not much happened in chemistry other than I realised that some of Ioan's followers (that's what I call them because they are all just looking to watch a fight) were talking about how Ioan was going to 'prove how hard he was' to the new boy and my this point I already had an idea of what was coming next... by beating up 'the girl' and now I was panicking, not a panic attack but coming close to it. Rushing to level my breathing by placing a hand over my chest, I accidentally knocked my pencil off of my desk, which made a light clanking sound as it made contact with the floor; although it was only very quiet it sounded like someone had just hit a drum in comparison to the now silent classroom, this caused everyone to turn and face me... No longer being able to bear it, I shoved my books and pens into my bag and, without bothering to say another word to anyone including my teacher, who was standing cluelessly by his desk, I fled the classroom, heading for the bathroom. Realising I would have to do something to prevent the ever-looming panic attack, I turned away from the door and started heading to the art block.

I have always loved art and for many years I have used it as an escape from the reality of my shit life: I can draw whatever I want and let my imagination take over, then even if it doesn't go to plan it can still represent something and help me to improve. Finding an empty room I brought my sketch pad, my prize possession, out of my bag and just stopped thinking about my anxiety, putting all of my focus into my work. The sound of the ringing bell made me jump, as I looked over the room at the clock. Oh my god! I had spend over an hour on this piece, missing the rest of chemistry and then maths, meaning it was now break. I jumped again, when I glanced over the room and Miss. Hughes was stood in the doorway, but I surprised both of us as I said "Hey Miss, do you mind if I just stay for a few moments", normally I don't talk a lot, especially when it could be to do with my art. I always knew in my head that Miss Hughes was my favourite teacher and not just because she taught me art, she never pushed me to talk or work with people and she was always the one to encourage my art, even letting me stay after school times or at lunch sometimes to continue. She replied with a gentle voice of understanding, "Y/n, normally I would tell you to stay and finish but I have to lock this room for the rest of the day, I'm really sorry love"
Nodding slowly, I whispered, "It's fine, I understand." Stepping out of the room after gathering my stuff, also remembering what Ioan's follower had said during Chemistry, I made the decision to hide. I quickly snuck through the cafeteria and outside to the bleachers, getting more nervous as I saw the amount of people around, yet still finding the confidence to slide under the huge structure and into a corner by the front. I stayed there for a few minutes after the bell signifying the end of break rang, to make sure I wouldn't bump into anyone.

My next lesson was music, where I found out that the new Boy was in my math class! I had just missed my opportunity to meet, or more like see, the new boy. After this I spent the next 5 minutes staring into space and imagining what he would look like, before trying to work out where he would be sitting in math: two options, either next to Ioan, ruining my fantasy of making my first friend in years or next to me, extremely annoying unlikely but entirely possible. I would have to wait and find out...

DANIEL'S POV:
After saying bye to my dad, I walked into school, almost shaking from my nerves and headed straight towards the reception. I greeted the lady sat behind the plastic screen and guessing who I was, she handed me a timetable and the first words she said to me:
"Go sit over there and have a good day." Let's just say I didn't think I would be back here very often, I made my way over to the chairs and noticed that across the room, a boy about my age was sat, looking at me. I jumped when he finally said, "I don't recognise you, you new?"
"Yup, first day, what your name?"
"My name is..."
He was cut off when the principle walked out of an office in my left, he stood towering over me, yet weirdly he also looked kind and understanding? My nerves must be really bad because I jumped... again when his booming voice echoed around the hall.
"Hello Daniel, I see you have already met Ioan, he will show you around today but unfortunately I can't stay because I have a meeting so enjoy your first day Daniel and try not to get into trouble" he chuckled, not even allowing a reply from either of us.
As we walked through the empty corridors, we were silent. He asked me a few questions about myself but I only answered with shorter answers, I had a feeling that this Ioan guy wasn't a good person. I don't know why, I should probably just give him a chance.

In homeroom everyone stared at me, probably because I'm new but it started to me make me paranoid. I'm so glad that my teacher didn't make me stand up or say anything because, even though I'm normally pretty confident, I am also kinda awkward, so that could have been embarrassing. Ioan led me to our first class, where I found out that my original suspicions were true: he whispered to one of his friends that he was going to beat this girl up at break. From then until break, i ignored him as well as I could and went to the bleachers, where I saw a small crowd had gathered, making my breath hitch. The boys had been looking for 'that girl', as she was called, but failed to find her and I told myself to remember to speak to this girl, when I actually found out who she was, to try and help. Going into my next class I had math, where I was sat next to Ioan, again. I wasn't very happy but just got on with my work, before making my way into physics but that was really boring too.

At lunch, I was eating in the cafeteria alone, just thinking about my day and the girl, when a boy, seemingly at least a year younger than myself, tapped my shoulder and told me something...

"Hey, you're that new guy right?"

I replied cautiously with, "Yeah, I guess I am, why?"

"Because there is a fight outside and I was told to show you" he trailed of, while shrugging.

"Wait, take me there now!" I scrambled to pack my stuff away, discarding my tray and practically dragging the boy in a random direction, "Please hurry, I need to get there soon"