He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 8: Personal Space

When we reached the lockers, he started taking my books out. I pulled at his arm to stop him. "What are you doing!" I yelled.

He gave me a small glare.

"Take your things out and come with me. You'll move lockers so it won't take so much time to get from yours to mine."

"What? Now?" I gasped. "Forget it, no!"

His eyes narrowed. He started walking towards me, his pose threatening.

I backed up quickly.

"Look this is ridiculous, you don't want to be stuck with me and I don't want to be stuck with you," I spoke quickly, "So why don't we both do ourselves a favour and just not follow each other about. I'm sure you can make up something to the teachers, it wouldn't be such a big deal. I don't want to move locker this is stupid!"

He slammed a hand on the lockers so that I was completely crowded in. The hand was loud and the noise almost gave me tinnitus plus a heart attack. I jumped and exhaled sharply.

"Would you stop doing that!" I growled. "Everyone needs to learn personal space."

His look was dark. "How about you stop acting like a little delinquent and do as you're told for once? I have a perfect record, I'm not ruining it for you." He pointed a finger at me. "Just to be clear, I'm doing this as a favour to someone, not for you or for me. If I weren't, I would have sorted this whole thing with the school headmaster yesterday."

I glared at him. "If you have so much power you should just do that now you twat."

He grabbed me by my collar and I squeaked as he lifted me up. "You-"

"Okay, okay, calm down!" I yelled out. "Let me go!"

His face was close. Stupid fucking poreless skin. Why did he look so damn good even when he was being such an annoying shit!

"Move your books." He demanded.

I nodded angrily and turned around to take my stuff out of my locker. He took all of the heaviest books as well like my mathematics textbook and I didn't stop him. The twat pretty much frog-marched me out of there.

As we walked, I plotted all the various ways I could get revenge on this open sore of a man. My mind turned at about half the speed because I couldn't focus, I was busy being too put on the spot to think.

I heard him stop behind me and turned to see him opening a locker and then opening his own. I put my own shit inside and tried to peek over to see if I could see what the combination to his lock was but I only saw the last two digits; 4 and 2. I could guess the first two though, that weren't so many combinations left with only two more digits in first and second place.

Starting to feel a little better, a little smugger, I let him boss me about with little complaint, sure that I would find a way to make his life hell whether he tries to scare the shit out of me or not.

Homeroom in someone else's set is daunting, not sure what it is about it but it feels as though you're stepping into a new world. What were the laws here? Who was in charge here? It shouldn't matter to me, who never usually showed up that early or paid much attention to the other students, but all of a sudden it did.

The other kids seemed to be nice, mostly the girls. For reasons unknown. I had to wonder why the nerds here were such arseholes but I had a pretty good idea why.

I got the impression it might be to do with the school hierarchy. It was a posh school; education was the top priority for most people here. The students with the best grades got the most positive attention, they were the cool kids, I guess.