"Thank you for the ride." I told him quietly. "Don't mention it." He didn't sound very thrilled. I couldn't blaim him though. He just gave the town outcast a ride. It was pretty much social suicide. I clutched on to my bag, and walked away as fast as I could. I really didn't want to walk into school with him. He would probably be really embarrassed to be seen with me. When I got inside the building I kept my head down, and walked straight to my first period. I took my usual seat in the back. I put my bag on top of the desk, and rested my head on it. The teacher started to talk, but I had no intention on listening. I didn't look up until I heard the desk beside me move. I opened my eyes and there was the guy that gave me a ride. I didn't know what to say, so I closed my eyes and turned around.
The bell rang for the next class. Time flies when you sleep in class. I grabbed my bag, and made my way towards my second period. Second period was history. It was the only class that I was passing. It also just happened to be my favorite subject. I opened my bag and grabbed the black notebook. Then the same boy walked into the classroom. It was the same in third period. I went to fourth period knowing that he wouldn't be there. It was advanced painting. Not a lot of peole have that class. Four people in the whole school take it. I saw the guy in the hallway and he was surrounded by football players and jocks. All the girls were gathered around too. I looked at him and he caught my eye. I quickly looked away. By now he had to know that I wasn't exactly the most popular person.
When I got to the studio I grabbed a canvas and sat at an easel. The bell rang and that put me at ease. He really doesn't have this class. About thirty minutes into class there was a knock at the door. The same guy walked in and I thought I was going to fall over. "Sorry, the couselor had to see me for a minute." He handed the teacher a small slip of paper. I stared at the beging of my painting. I should have known that I have no luck. The easel next to me was the only one empty. Sure enough he sat right next to me. I was surprised when he got straight to work. "Have you been stalking me all day?" He whispered to me. "I was going to ask you the same thing." He laughed. "I didn't mean to sound rude this morning and scare you off. I was having a bad day." He sounded so sincere and nice. "No it's fine. You weren't rude. You saved me from haveing to walk. I just didn't think you would want to walk into school with me." He gave me a look of confusion.
The bell rang for the next class. Time flies when you sleep in class. I grabbed my bag, and made my way towards my second period. Second period was history. It was the only class that I was passing. It also just happened to be my favorite subject. I opened my bag and grabbed the black notebook. Then the same boy walked into the classroom. It was the same in third period. I went to fourth period knowing that he wouldn't be there. It was advanced painting. Not a lot of peole have that class. Four people in the whole school take it. I saw the guy in the hallway and he was surrounded by football players and jocks. All the girls were gathered around too. I looked at him and he caught my eye. I quickly looked away. By now he had to know that I wasn't exactly the most popular person.
When I got to the studio I grabbed a canvas and sat at an easel. The bell rang and that put me at ease. He really doesn't have this class. About thirty minutes into class there was a knock at the door. The same guy walked in and I thought I was going to fall over. "Sorry, the couselor had to see me for a minute." He handed the teacher a small slip of paper. I stared at the beging of my painting. I should have known that I have no luck. The easel next to me was the only one empty. Sure enough he sat right next to me. I was surprised when he got straight to work. "Have you been stalking me all day?" He whispered to me. "I was going to ask you the same thing." He laughed. "I didn't mean to sound rude this morning and scare you off. I was having a bad day." He sounded so sincere and nice. "No it's fine. You weren't rude. You saved me from haveing to walk. I just didn't think you would want to walk into school with me." He gave me a look of confusion.
