"I know there's something more inside"
-sweet blasphemy
I can feel someone's gaze resting on me during the 2nd period class. My curiosity is able to be contained for most of the class. Why should I even consider socializing with other people who aren't my family. I have no reason to make friends, I don't want any. The teacher is now walking around the room to make sure everyone completed the summer homework, flipping through our books to make sure we annotated. When she gets to me she flips through a few pages of each book, first of mice and men, then animal farm by George Orwell.
"Your notes are very well thought out Indiana, I like your observation about the rabbits. Would you mind if I showed the class?"
I nod, that's the most communication someone outside my family can get from me. She knows this as well. The teacher holds my book to her chest, along with the clipboard where she writes down our completion grades. After ten minutes of her continuing to check students work she arrives at the desk next to mine. In my mind I have been analyzing the books we read, knowing we have a test tomorrow.
"Mr. Biersack, I suggest keeping your eyes off of Miss Foster and focusing on your studies. It's the third day of school and you're already missing two assignments." The teacher, I think it's mrs. Deveau scolds as she checks the person next to me's work. "And three." She mutters, continuing on to the next person. For once I feel a few pairs of eyes watching me.
I can do it.
There's no reason not to.
For the first time since I don't even remember when, I look up from my desk. I see two students eyes shift away, then I turn my head. The kid that had been apparently staring at me makes awkward eye contact for a few seconds before turning away, embarrassed. The teacher starts the lesson again and I look at him closer out of the corner of my eye. He is texting someone, his iPhone in his lap, long black hair hanging in his face. He is wearing a KISS shirt, has some grey and black eyeshadow around his eyes. He is pale and as I noticed earlier, his eyes are an icy blue. His black skinny jeans have large rips in them. He looks up from his phone, giving me enough time to look away. He's not that bad looking- wait what am I saying!
Ugh.
Just because someone actually noticed me I'm freaking out.
That's all.
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My next class is math. Again, summer homework. 'Oh Indiana you have all the right answers can I show it to the class' slight nod.
Normal.
Of course until I feel eyes watching me again. I turn to see the same kid as before watching me curiously. His eyes stay locked with mine, until his phone buzzes and he texts someone else.
After class I head to my locker, as I'm collecting my books I hear the one next to me get unlocked.. Well, attempt to be unlocked.
"Damn." Whoever it is mutters under their breath. The deep voice mutters the combo which I immediately forget. "I have like 2 seconds before history. Open fucking locker." A fist pounds on it in frustration and It pops open. The deep, gravely voice says a quiet, "thank god!" I close my locker and turn to leave but not without catching a glimpse of the person that was next to me. The person from my last two classes.
And as the rest of the day goes by I find out we have the same schedule.
Great. Just great..

Notes

2nd chapter!
Thanks for reading! I appreciate any feedback too!
-C