spoken word. (gxg)

one point five. (June POV)

one point five. (Takes place between chapter 1 and 2)

School is school is school. I did recognize it's importance, which might be surprising to some, and fully understood why some chose to 'play the game' so to speak. This was why, bag slung over shoulder, I chose to attend all of my classes on the first day.

I would go, judge the classes importance, and make a decision from there. If it was stupid, something I could pass in my sleep, I wouldn't go— plain and simple. I didn't begin high school by ditching, obviously, but by the end of junior year I was honestly so over it. Over the dumb classes that didn't matter anyway, over the gossiping teenagers and saccharine smiles that failed to melt my heart, over the crowded hallways and faint smells of sweat and nicotine and whatever the fuck wafted in from the bathrooms.

It was bearable before. I felt a sense of nostalgia sitting in the too-small seats of the classroom, listening to the droning of a new teacher. It was in these seats that I spent many hours bickering with my friends about the game or their newest flings or what party they wanted to go to over the weekend.

I had never gotten along with the people in my grade. They were immature, frankly, and they annoyed me. I was lucky to find the friends I had, though they were all older than me. The last of them graduated at the end of my junior year, and now I was stuck sitting in a hard desk listening to a fake-perky teacher talk about their kids and their dreams or whatever with no idiotic friend to make dumb fucking faces with across the classroom. It was how we got by.

Lunch was okay, at least. I got a burger and ate it in my car, parking in the desolate lot so no one would see me and try to talk to me. I refused to eat the weird cafeteria food they served ever since my friend Dominic threw up on me sophomore year.

Walking to 5th period was fucking irritating too, because I had to navigate around boards of kids in short shorts or joggers trying to talk to me all at the same time. Luckily, I was tall. This, coupled with the fact that no matter where I went chattering crowds would follow, helped me develop the ability to stare forward and ignore anyone shorter than me.

They were always the same. Rumors circulated, causing some to bounce around me like a puppy and some to avoid me like the plague. That was another reason I stopped going to class. Once, I showed up with bandaged knuckles and a black eye and some poor kid almost peed his fucking pants.

I escaped into the classroom, biting back annoyance when I saw the attendance sheet laying on some guy's desk. It was a Mrs. Lee special— she claimed it let kids 'get to know each other' when they weren't allowed to pick their own seats. But seriously, it was senior year, who the hell assigned seats?

Still, I nodded a greeting to Mrs. Lee when I passed her. She and my mom had been Facebook friends ever since I took her class a couple of years ago, and my mother would kick my ass if she thought I was being rude to her. 

I briefly glanced at the girl sitting in front of me, Maia or something. It probably wasn't her name, but I didn't care enough to ask. She had a pretty notebook and colorful pens on her desk— I disliked her immediately. Her notes were probably impeccable.

Her back went rigid when I sat down. Five minutes into class, it was still stiff. She was practically shaking.

An amused grin lifted my lips but disappeared quickly when I saw her turn back to look at me. It was odd. I trained my stare on Mrs. Lee. A half a second passed, and with it, a strange thought came.

Normally, goody-two-shoes teacher's pets like the one in front of me treated my presence like dust, or air, like I was nonexistent. But always— always— they would scare like a rabbit when I made eye contact or said something to them. Or, you know, walking into the classroom with a black eye and bandaged knuckles.

But never would they seek me out, turn and look at me so blatantly. I wanted to see her reaction if I stared back into those dark honey eyes.

What I was not expecting was the blinding smile she gave me. It made her eyes light up, her hair falling to frame her face adorably. I blinked, shocked, before hardening my expression.

What was even more surprising was the bit of guilt I felt when her grin dropped and her face tensed and she turned around in a single rapid movement. As I stared at her fragile back, mind racing, a part of me wished she would turn around again.

A/N:

Thank you guys so much for voting!! June was the winner! I don't really mind that we didn't hit the vote goal, haha, I only put it there to give myself time to write.

It makes me wonder— who is your favorite character so far? I personally love and adore Mia.

ALSO!

I drew Mia and June!!! If you're wondering why her hair is white, it's because I decided not to color the picture. I have another drawing of June, too.

I actually wrote two separate POVs for June and I might post the second one sometime in the future, so look forward to that :)

What do you think?

unedited, please leave comments/edits/suggestions!