Summer Before Her (Completed)

3- Its not Always sunny In California

Novak's POV

I thought  would make it out of this school unscathed but oh no, no, no, here I was sitting in the library working through the drudgery of the subject called Organic chemistry, could this get any more difficult?
How am I supposed to remember all of these words that make absolutely no sense? And these wheel-like structures? How in lords name will I ever be able to pass?
It almost felt like the entire schooling system was conspiring against me like they wanted me to represent what my lineage stood for - failure, a family of quitters. I was a love child of two quitters, why would I be any different?

The thump of books being dropped on to the table next to me snapped me out of the self-pity ride I went down.

The owner of those books maybe another one of us who fell behind, it felt strangely comforting to know I wasn't struggling alone, I turned to look only to be greeted by 'Shouldn't-you-be-in-football-tryouts-girl'.

"Why are you in the library? Shouldn't you be doing drugs?" she exclaimed as soon as my face registered in her all too-busy brain.

"Oh yeah, just about forgot to shoot some up, give me five, be right back," I remarked mockingly and walked out of the library.

All this stress needed a little relieving so I made my way to the second floor, which has an opening into the elevator shaft, it overlooks the meadow behind the school, a picturesque spot to light one up and let nicotine soothe my worries for now.

As the smoke coated my breath, I let myself forget everything, it was blissful, the warmth of the sun almost stroking my face as I let my eyes falter shut. Ah, I could stay like this forever.
I could hear the shrill ring of the school bell in distance.

That startled me awake, I discarded the stump and briskly walked in the empty corridors to grab my book before I could make it to Biology class.

It's now three minutes since the bell rang and I have only now exited the library, I tried my best to speed walk without breaking into a sprint. I couldn't afford a tardy, Ms.Iger has already warned me.

I arrive at the Room.305, it now 9 minutes past the bell, I am sweating, the smell of cigarettes apparent on my breath, Mr.Cyr already preaching the wonders of biology.

I came here with one Bloody mission, to graduate high school and here I was tremendously failing at that too. I failed to participate in the extracurriculars, I failed to get to class on time. I failed to keep up with my assignments, will I ever make it past this?

Having berated myself mentally, I knocked.

"Yes, come in, Novak, we have been wondering where you were" responded Mr.Cyr

Without dignifying him with a response I walk towards the last empty seat as the class silently stares.
I almost wanted to scream out 'I am new here, Can someone tell me what's with the staring? Do I have something on my face?'

You might think that I have lost it, objecting to people admiring me, Oh no no, they definitely weren't admiring, the men were participating too, they were almost jeering inaudibly.

Mr.Cyr droned on and on about cycles that made no sense, I tried my best to concentrate but ended up mindlessly staring out of the wall-length windows overlooking the football field.

"Wishing you were out there playing, huh?"
I snapped my head around to be met with a weirdly cheerful face of the girl who greeted me here on the first day.

"Do you have a problem? A learning disability or something? Didn't I make it clear that day? I have absolutely no interest in entertaining you, Miss.Sunshine and Dandelions.
And No, it was the track course that I was longing for"

She just looked at me bewildered and a moment later stated "I used to run too, if you want, I would love to show you around"

'Why did you stop running?' i inquired as my eyes wandered towards her barely clothed legs, yes they did definitely looked like they had logged a couple of hundred miles.

"Ah, I just thought I should focus on studying, senior year and all, I mean I love running" she replied.

I nodded in response as we turned our attention back to our books.
But it bothered me why she would stop running and why was she overcompensating her love for running?
'i mean I love running'
Who says that? This girl definitely had issues.

I remembered that I have yet to introduce myself so I once again interrupted her scribbling - "And hey, its Novak"

"I know, and I'm Kirsten"

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Most of my classes were spent watching the second arm tick-tock its way around the clock, again and again. Round and round. Endlessly until I heard the shrill yet the endearing sound of the Bell.

As the last of the days bell rung, I was drained, craving nicotine and joy ride out of this burning hell.

I walked out of the building to be greeted a light drizzle, Ah, my prayers have been answered, there was a God up there after all.

I strapped on my helmet, and let the motor whirr to life as I spotted Kirsten eyeing my ride from across the parking lot. Yea, yea, go on, look all you like. I am the only one that rides this baby.

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End of chapter 3.

Hey guys,
Its been 3 days and 3 chapters down, I hope I will keep it coming like this.
Please vote, comment and let me know what you think about the character development of Novak?

I wanted to portray Novak as someone different than the stock jocks you read about these coming of age stories. They are usually so cool-headed, effortless and socially gifted.

There may be some grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, I shall revise them at the end of this week.

Until tomorrow
Elle.