I'm Sorry (Not Really)

Chapter Four

          

Followers,

Leaders.

The only difference is,

A leader is not without followers.

~A. F.

          Mom was still sniveling and wiping at her tears when she pulled up to the high school I'd be attending, it's a private school so of course uniforms were required. I had put mine on perfectly, though once my mom leaves I plan to mess it up slightly. Not only would that gain attention and tell others I don't fall in with the crowd but it would also tell people I'm not a goody-two-shoes without me having to do much. She had dropped Taylor off first so I only said goodbye to my mother before leaving the car behind.

          The school was big and pristine looking, not a thing out of place and that includes the students. Everyone was filing in with precision and no talking. It seemed like the thing out of a movie, that was until I got inside, then it was clear that what I saw outside was nothing more than a charade for parents to fawn over and brag about. The inside of the school was loud with students all over the place, scatted amongst the lockers and being obnoxious. I pursed my lips slightly, already not liking the loudness of the hall, that'd be one of the first changes made, I decided as I filed that away for later. First things first, I have to gain that power, which means removing who is at the top already.

          I loosened my tie slightly and rolled up my jacket sleeves. Glancing at my schedule I saw that English 11 was first in room 204. I made my way to class, as I did I noticed the most noise in the hall came from one particular group. The girls laughed way too loud and the guy's cologne was way too strong. I'd bet that this was going to be the 'popular' group. Everyone seemed to eye them enviously or completely avoided looking at them at all.

          When I got to my classroom the room was about half full, most of the front row was open and none from the group I saw earlier were in the room yet, which must mean that there's a sort of 'honor rule' that no one sits where someone else has. I thought for a moment before sitting in the middle of the front row, I did this simply because whoever held the most influence over students in this year would want to be the direct center of attention, and this would be a good way to do that. I also figured that if I'd guessed correctly that when I sat down there'd be a sharp intake of breath, and I was right. The room stilled considerably and I knew everyone was anxiously watching the door and waiting for whoever sits in the seat I just took to come in.

          I smelt the guy before I saw him, his terrible cologne was a giveaway. The teacher wasn't in the room yet and there was a bleach blonde girl practically hanging from the guy's arm as he entered the classroom. I stared at him and waited for him to notice when he did I saw a look of shock pass over his face and then one of annoyance. Right back at you buddy, I'm already getting a headache from your voice and you haven't even spoken yet.

          He shook the girl off, which made her pout and walked over until he stood right in front of the desk, "You must be new here since you obviously don't know who I am or that you're sitting in my seat." Ah yes, as I thought, the typical white guy douchebag.

          I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "Well you have one thing right. I am new here," he blanched slightly at my complete uncaringness, "Though, I don't imagine you're someone of importance, Chad. May I call you Chad? You look like a Chad." I spoke with my fingers steepled in front of me, elbows resting on the desk and my head tilted to the side as I look up at him.

          He puffed out his chest, "I- My name is not Chad! My name is Todd Willson The Third. And you will treat me with respect."

          I chuckled slightly, "Respect? Why Chad, you look like a toddler throwing a fit because you didn't get your way." His face contorted into a nastier look than what was already there naturally as he brought his hand palm down on the desk, creating a resonating 'boom'.

          "My. Name. Is. Not. Chad." He spoke through gritted teeth, "Get out of my seat before I make you regret being born." He was trying to keep his voice low and dangerous, but it wasn't working in the least.

          I scoffed and rolled my eyes, resting my cheek in the palm of my hand, "Oh please. A) you're not the least bit intimidating, B) the teacher is coming and C) you're a Chad, Chad." I smirked seeing as the teacher walked in right as I finished talking.

          "Alright class, everyone to your seats," she called out, setting up her things for the lesson. Chad rushed away and sat somewhere else, probably sulking like the spoiled brat he is. The entire class period I could feel Chad's glare on the back of my head, not like I cared. The class was boring and most of it was stuff I already knew, as I said, four years in complete isolation you learn a lot.

          The rest of my classes till lunch progressed much in the same manner, I continued to piss Chad off because funnily enough for me, most of our morning classes were the same. People were definitely starting to notice me, the stares increased as I walked to and from each class the more I messed with Chad. At lunch, I couldn't even get my food before I was surrounded by a group of huge, overly cologned guys. These must be Chad's friends, they have the same idiotic aura. Now, I won't lie, I don't like fighting and I'm not good at it. Personally, I think fighting is a barbaric way to solve problems but some people just aren't out of the 'alpha male' state of thinking yet, and sadly some never do progress further than that.