Out

Meeting Mike and the Asian kid

It was my first day of high school since I moved. I never bothered to look at anyone, some trick that always seems to work for me. I awkwardly walk to homeroom and pick the desk closest to the door. I fiddle with my lip ring and then a red haired boy walks into the room. He has an eyebrow piercing and then I notice that he was wearing the same exact shirt that I was. A black shirt with yellow print that says "NIRVANA".I scan him starting from his period red unhealthy hair to toe and even worse, black skinny jeans with black converse. Quickly grabbing my sweater he turns around and sits next to me. At this point im struggling to put on my sweater but its too late. He just looks at me and laughs "hello my name is michael" he says looking at my shirt as I zip up the zipper. "uh hello, my name is luke" I reply trying not to blush. "I like your outfit, luke." he says. I stare down at myself "thanks I say giggling. "Attention everyone. Says the teacher motioning his hands telling me to go to the front of the class "This is Luke Hemmings, please tell us a little bit about yourself Lucas." he says tapping my shoulder. "Its luke not lucas" I say to the man. "I have two older brothers ben and jack, I also have a dog and um I play the guitar" I walk back to my seat and feel michael staring at me, something that I really hate, its awkward and it makes me very uncomfortable. We get dismissed and I grab my backpack and walk straight to my next class. I bump into a girl and drop my books "oh uh sorry" I say picking up my books, I keep walking and feel someone pull on my backpack and almost fall backwards. "Why are you walking so fast?" I turn around and see michael "Uhm I dont want to be late for uh class" I say feeling my face getting hot and its now probably as red as a tomato. "Ill walk with you, what class are you in next?" asks Michael not taking his eyes off me as I stare at the ground. "istory, bleh, I mean history" I say sluttering. "Oh look haha me too" He says. "I play the guitar too, what do you own? acoustic or electric?" He asks, "I actually have both" I say finally turning around to look at him "what about you?" I ask, "I also own both" he answers. "Take off your sweater" he says shoving me playfully "Id rather not" I reply. we finally get to class and the only empty seat is a rusty, old and ubalanced desk all the way in the back of class. I roll my eyes taking a seat and taking out my notebook and pencil. I turn to my left and see a kid with dark brown hair with a blonde streak wearing an old worn out green flannel, he looks asian, probably brings white rice and cat for lunch everyday. "No fucking way" I whisper to myself as I see his black skinny jeans and black converse just like Michael and I."Is there a problem?" asks the asian guy. "oh um no sorry. Hello im Luke" I say smiling at him. Being friends with michael gave me confidence I dont know why, it just did so why not take the oppertunity to make new friends? The asian boy smiled "Hello im calum''. Again I was made to go infront of the whole class, this time I felt girls watching me not taking their eyes off me. I had to glance over at them and give them an unpleasant look every once In a while. It was obvious that they thought that I was somewhat "cute" I didn't think they were, they all looked like sluts. Probably since I look innocent they thought that I would fall into their trap but I'm not stupid. A couple of classes later I walk to the cafeteria and grab my food. I was walking towards an empty table and then I heard two people yell my name. That Emely girl from history class and Michael. I walk towards them and Abby grabs my arm making me spill my milk all over her uggs. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" she yells running out of the cafeteria with her friends.

"*cough* white girl *cough cough* problems" says michael. "I didn't want to go with them anyways" I say pulling back a dark blue chair and nibbling on my piercing. "Hey guys" says the asian boy Calum walking towards our table. "You guys know what's weird?" I ask.
"What" they both say in response "we all dress the same" I say chuckling. "That's true" says Michael looking down at his shoes. "So where are you all from?" I ask mostly because of Calum. "We are both Australian" Calum says. "Holy shit you're lying" I say amused "nope, our parents are Australian, we are Australian" says Michael. "I'm Australian too!" I say. "You look american" says Calum "and you look asian" I spit back. We talked about our favorite bands, sports, instruments etc. We became best friends and later my mom picked me up from school. "How was school lukey?" She asked "it was pretty good" I say "did you make any new friends" she asks.

"A couple" I say smiling.