Outcasts~ m.c

//Chapter One//

People watching is a hobby right? It’s not creepy, because if it were creepy than I would be considered a creep and I am nothing close to one. Lunch is the worst time of the day. For many it’s the best time, it’s your free time to socialize with your friends and gossip about what happened in class. But not for me. I prefer to sit here in my own world and watch everyone else. I’m sitting in my usual spot just outside the grass area of the outside patio, the spot that I sit everyday. It’s beginning to get cool outside. The wind picks up and I feel a chill run through my back. I pull at my sleeves in a failed attempt to keep myself warm. This morning when I woke up there was no food like normal. I slapped together two slices of bread, some lettuce and mayo. That’s all that my sandwich consisted of. When lunch actually rolled around the thought of putting that in my mouth made me sick. So I stuck to my water and my music.

Putting my headphones in was a way to tune out the whole world. I have been doing this since the first time things started to get super bad. It’s an escape and it’s a great one. No one disturbs me when I have my headphones in, but its not like any of them would talk to me if I didn’t.

I have been doing this enough times that I know exactly how many songs I can listen to before it’s time for class to start up again. Just has I am closing in on the end of my last song I stop it and put my headphones away, getting up just as the bell rings.

I walk into last period, and take my seat at the very back closest to the door. There is no one that sits on either side of me, so I don’t have to worry about saving space on the desks. I throw everything on the seat to the left of me and get ready for the last class to begin.

When the teacher walks in he is followed by a very tall, very different looking boy. His head is facing the ground as if watching his feet to make sure that he doesn’t trip. He’s wearing black skinny jeans, a black crewneck band shirt and black vans. He looks super nervous, as I would too if I had to walk into a class full of idiots. Oh wait I do. Mr. Turner stands at the front of the class and the boy follows suit standing right next to him, fighting with himself to look up.

“Everyone quiet down,” Turner says as he shushes the class and tries to get everyone quiet so he can speak.

“We have a new student today. His name is Michael and he has just transferred here. I want everyone one to treat him with the outmost respect okay?” Everyone makes hushed noises after Turner announces the mysterious boy standing beside him.

“Okay Mr. Clifford where can you sit?” He says thinking out loud to himself. “There is an open seat back there.” I stopped looking at them and turned to my notebook drawing stupid little doodles everywhere just wanting the class to start.

“Do you mind?” I hear a voice throwing me off of my doodling. I look up and see the boy from the front hovering over me. I nod and motion for him to sit after removing my bag from the desk. He smiles, thanks me and then sits down.

During the lesson it’s hard to focus with someone sitting beside me. I’m so used to being back here alone that I find myself looking over to Michael more and more. I notice a few things during the eighty minute class apart from the obvious things like his bright red hair, he has really long eyelashes that frame his green eyes. I also see that he as an eyebrow piercing on his right side that suits him very well.

When the final bell rings and everyone begins to get up and exit the class I stay seated. This is just another thing that everyone except me enjoys; the end of the day. Everyone is so eager to leave and go home to do God knows what, I would prefer to just stay here in all honesty. Anything is better than going home to him.

I sigh as the last person besides Michael leaves, because he has to talk to Turner about catching up before he is allowed to leave. Although when I look over at him he doesn’t seem to be in much of a rush either.

“What’s your name by the way?” He asks me quietly interrupting my thoughts.

“Samantha, but you can just call me Sammie” I say to him and begin to get out of my chair.

“It’s nice to meet you” he says smiling before walking off to Turner’s desk.

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I purposely miss my bus so I have an excuse to wait a bit longer to go home. The wind has picked up again from lunch and it’s starting to get colder and colder outside. I shiver and pull my arms close to my body not being able to warm up.

The music is blasting in my ears so I don’t even hear when someone else walks into the bus stop with me. I only notice when I look into the corner of my eye when I see a flash of red.

Michael is standing there in only his sweater and nothing else. He looks lost and sad, I wish there was something I could do but I’m not good with people, and people usually aren’t good with me.

We just sit there in silence waiting for the bus to come. Neither of saying anything or making a single noise. We look back and each other once in a while but nothing more. It’s not awkward in the slightest; in fact it’s pretty comfortable.

When the bus finally comes, we step on and take seats far away from each other. He gets off first and then I’m by myself again, like normal, but everything feels fine.