The bad and the broken

Chapter 4

*Justin's POV*

She left me. She really just fucking left me in the middle of a school hallway. Not just any school hallway, though, her school hallway. A place she's known for four years. A place where she could've easily helped me find my way around. But she did'nt. She just left me here to struggle. Of course she didn't know how severe my social anxiety was, but she could have at least been nice.

With a deep breath, I moved away from the trophy case where I'd been standing for the last five minutes. She said school started at 7:30. It was 7:25, and the hallways were beginning to clear out. i quickly moved down the hall in search of the office. On my way down there, a lingering cluster of girls who looked to be my age stopped talking as I passed. They all started whispering to each other and giggling. They made me even more fucking nervous. Great. Of course, I winked as a passed, but a sense of nausea still passed over me.

I made it to the office just as the final bell was ringing. I shuffled in, trying to look cool. On the inside I was anything but. I needed a blunt. The lady at the front desk looked at me inquisitively. She had a short blonde bob, and her lips were painted an over dramatic shade of red. I decided I hated her right away. I physically cringed as she spoke.

"Hello, young man. May I help you?'

"Uh, Yeah, I guess so. I'm uh, new here." I kept my eyes on my black Jordans, the only pair of nice shoes I owned. Hopefully she would mistake my nerves for disrespect, as most adults did.

"Oh. Well in that case, you'll have to wait for Mr. Parc. He's handling an issue right now, but I'm sure he'll be done soon." she gave me the up down and a disapproving glare, and then turned back t whatever boring shit she was doing before I came in.

Naturally, who ever this "Mr. Parc" dude was didn't show for about 30 minutes. I sat in the hard plastic chair twiddling my thumbs. Then there was a commotion coming from one of the rooms located near the rear of the office. A kid about my age stumbled out followed by an official looking man in a barf green tie. The kid had an amused smirk in his face.

"Alrighty, Mr. Cordova. I'm gad we're clear on the issue," said the old guy.

"Yeah I guess. And It's Nacho. I go by Nacho, " the kid replied.

"Well according to your birth certificate, your name is Enrique Damian Cordova. So I'll call you Mr. Cordova."

I could see Nacho scowling, but the old dude didn't seem to mind. I decided I liked this Nacho kid. As for the old dude, not so much. Nacho passed by me on the way out of the office, and gave me a head nod and a smirk. Nice.

"Ah, you must be Mr. Bieber." the old guy said to me. I stood slowly and confidently, my normal cocky calm taking over.

"Yeah", I said with the same mischievous smirk Nacho sported earlier, "but I go by Justin."

"Well, Mr. Bieber, I'm Mr Parc. Welcome to Crosswell High."

And, like many other things, I decided I hated mr Parc and Crosswell High.

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Ayyye ,Just wanted to include that the photo is of Crosswell High. B)