Nick's Guide to Surviving High School

Chapter 1

Nick's POV

I repeated my inner mantra for the first day at this new school as I walked in. I wanted to leave no room for error.

Or weakness.

Vulnerability.

I didn't need friends. Friends disappointed me. I couldn't trust anyone, not after what happened. Maybe I was being overdramatic, but I needed to be cautious.

I shook my head roughly, plastering the fakest smile I could muster on my face as I walked to the front office of West Central High School, my new home for the next few months.

That's the only thing that kept me going, a few months and I'd be on my own, making my own decisions. I was looking forward to it, but I wasn't at the same time.

I didn't have any big dreams, no plans for what I'd do once I graduated.

Survival was the only thing I was focused on. After the incident, I couldn't afford to be weak.

Me, a brown-haired, pale ass, skinny dude. I wasn't as weak as I looked. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't really alter my exterior appearance, but my mind was strong.

I wasn't weak, I couldn't be.

My eyes shifted around the room I was in, the light coming in from the wall-length windows giving the space a lively look in the morning sun. I gravitated towards the woman at the front desk, typing away at her computer.

Her eyes shifted to me for a split second before she went back to her computer. My eyes raised at her attitude, but I didn't say anything about it. Not my problem. "How can I help you?"

Her voice was nasally, accentuating her narrow face and the wide-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. She looked like a bitch, she talked like a bitch, she acted like a bitch. Great.

"My name is Nickolas Wallace, I'm new here. I was told to get my schedule from here," I replied warily. I couldn't trust her, not even with my name.

She was giving off some real witch vibes, forget the bitch.

She typed away at her computer some more before I heard the whir of a printer going off. I stood patiently as she got up to go fetch the paper. My eyes wandered outside the office, towards the hallway.

School hadn't officially started yet, there was still about half an hour before classes started. I was told to come in early to get my schedule and get "situated within the school" whatever the hell that meant.

I was already itching to get out of here. School made me antsy.

There were a few students meandering about in the hallways, and as I noticed this a boy walked into the office, locking eyes with me almost instantly.

I was nearly winded as a flurry of emotions I couldn't decipher flashed through his eyes before landing on one I couldn't place as he shot a blinding smile my way. He was twitching in place, just staring at me as my eyebrows raised involuntarily.

He was handsome, very much so. I might've even said he was my type if I wasn't basically asexual at this point.

I didn't have time for relationships. I'd never really been attracted to anyone, anyway, but I knew if I was, it'd be to a man. That was for sure.

At that thought, my eyes turned back to the lady who was hustling back to me with my schedule in her hand.

She handed it to me and then sat back in her seat, going to type on her computer but stopping as she saw the person behind me.