Ugh. Here I am again at this hellish school.
Another day to survive.
I should have known my second day here wouldn't be very peaceful. The moment I walked trough the front gates, the whispers started again.
" Look it's her again."
" I heard she broke someone's nose"
" No way!"
I thightened the grip on my backpack strap and kept walking like I couldn't hear them. People loved rumors. They didn't care if they were true or not. They just liked having something exciting to talk about. And apparently, I was the exciting thing now.
Great.
I climbed the stairs to the second floor and headed toward my classroom. Yesterday had already been exausting enough. All I wanted today was to sit in my seat by the window, stay quiet, and get trough the day without anyone bothering me.
Simple.
Or at least it should've been.
I stepped into the classroom and immediatley stopped walking. Someone was in my seat.
Not just someone.
Him. That jerk.
Of course.
He was leaning back in the chair by the window like he'd been sitting there his whole life, casually scrolling trough his phone. Like the seat belonged to him. I felt irritation rise in my chest instantly.
I walked straight over.
" Move."
He didn't react at first. Is he deaf or something?
Then he slowly looked up at me like I had just interrupted something extremly important.
His expression didn't change much, but one eyebrow lifted slightly.
" Oh" he said. " Look who's here. The thransfer student."
I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.
"You're in my seat."
He glanced around the room for a moment, pretending to examine the chair. Then he looked at me.
" Really?"
" Yes. Really."
He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk.
" I don't remember seeing your name on it."
My patience was already slowly dissapearing.
" You weren't sitting there yesterday."
" And?"
" And that's my seat, so get the fuck up!"
He shrugged like it was the most unimportant thing in the world.
"Well today it isn't, miss Ayson. Go find another seat, there's plenty of empty ones."
A few students nearby had already stopped talking. I could feel them staring, and waiting for me to say something again.
Fantastic. A morning audiance.
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
"Just get up already Zeke. You're wasting my time here."
" You know my name already? Nice!"
Arogant.
" Oh please, how could I not when you were all dramatic yesterday about me dissrespecting you. Now get up or I'll get you up myself." I said flatly, clearly annoyed.
He didn't move. Not even a little.
Instead, he leaned back in the chair again like he was setling in it more comfortably.
" Tss.No! Who are you to tell me what to do? Go find another seat."
For a second I just stared at him.
Was he serious?
"You're doing that on purpouse" I said.
" Doing what?"
" Trying to annoy me."
He tilted his head slightly.
" Is it working?" . That annoying smirk appeared on his face again. I swear I'm gonna slap him until that smirk disappears forever.
I grabbed the back of the chair.
" Clearly yes. Get the fuck up already!"
The room had gone completly silent now.
This asshole looked at my hand on the chair, then back up at me.
"You're making a big deal over a chair."
"It's not just a chair."
"For sure looks like one."
I clenched my jaw. What would happen if I just punch him?
"Just fucking move already!" I shouted at him.
" No. And stop with the cursing."
"No. Asshole,dumbass,idiot,fuck,shit,damn. You can't stop me."
I could feel the irritation turning into actual anger now.
He just laughed at me.
"Are you always this difficult?"
He gave a small shrug.
"Only when people tell me what to do."
Ugh. For sure he has a big ego.
But before I could say anything else, a voice came from the front of the classroom.
"Whynder!"
We both turned.
Mr. Calder had just walked in holding a stack of papers.
Zeke strightened up slightly.
"Yes,sir?"
Mr. Calder glanced between us already looking tired.
" Why are you sitting there?"
Zeke gestured at the chair.
"Because it was empty?"
"That seat is assigned."
The classroom stayed silent.
I slowly turned my head towards Zeke.
Assigned.
Zeke blinked.
"...Assigned?"
Mr. Calder nodded.
"Yes. I rearranged the seating chart last night. That seat belongs to miss Ayson."
A few laughs spread across the room.
Zeke looked at the desk like it had personally betrayed him. Then he stood up slowly, grabbing his bag, clearly annoyed.
"Right," he muttered under his breath but loud enough for me to hear it.
He stepped aside finally moving away from the desk. I slid into the seat by the window without saying anything.
For a moment, everything was quiet again. Then that asshole walked past my desk on his way to the last row in the classroom.
He paused for a second.
"You're lucky." He said quietly.
I didn't even look at him.
"It's not luck. It's just you losing." I replied while smiling.
He didn't respond and just rolled his eyes.
He just continued walking to the back row and dropped into another chair.
Class started a minute later, but I could still feel the tension sitting in the room like something unfinished. I stared out the window, trying to focus on litteraly anything else. But for some reason, I had the strange feeling this argument wasn't the last one we'd have.
Not even close.
Mr. Calder began writing something on the board, but honestly, my brain had already checked out.
Not because the lesson was boring.
Okay...maybe a little because it was boring.
But mostly because I could feel it.
That annoying, prickly feeling you get when someone keeps looking at you.
I kept my eyes on the board.
Ignore it. Ignore him.
Ignore the fact that the human embodiment of irritation was sitting somewhere behind me.
Thirty seconds passed.
Then a minute.
Then two.
I slowly turned my head just enough to the side to glance at him.
Big mistake.
He was looking directly at me.
Not in a normal way either.
More like he was studying me like I was some weird science experiment that had escaped a lab.
The moment he noticed I caught him, he didn't even look embarassed. He just raised an eyebrow. I immediatly turned mu head forward.
Fantastic.
Now the class idiot thinks I'm interesting.
Exactly the reputation I was trying to avoid.
I grabbed my notebook and started writing down whatever Mr. Calder was saying.
Something about historical trade routes.
Or maybe taxes.
Honestly?
It could've been about giraffes and I wouldn't have noticed.
Behind me, someone whispered.
" Dude, you're gonna get punced."
Another voice whispered back.
"Worth it."
I closed my eyes for a second. Please let that not be about me. Two seconds later, I heard a quiet tapping sound behind me.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
I ignored it.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
I slowly turned around.
That jerk was tapping the end of his pen against his desk. Looking straight at me.
"What?" I whispered.
He leaned forward slightly.
" So."
"So what?"
"Did you actually break someone's nose?"
I stared at him.
Was he serious?
"You're asking me that during class?"
"You didn't answer the question."
"That's becaouse it's none of your bussines ."
He tilted his head slightly.
"That sounds like a yes."
"... It was an accident."
"You accidentaly broke someone's nose?"
"Yes."
"How does that even happen?"
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.
" He walked into my elbow."
That asshole stared at me for a few seconds.
Then he said very slowly, "... That sounds like a lie."
"I-It's not."
Behind him, one of his friends whispered, "Bro stop interrogating the new girl."
He ignored him.
"... So you're saying you're innocent?"
"I am innocent."
"You assaulted someone with your elbow."
"He walked into it!"
He leaned back in his chair.
"Suspicious."
My eye twitched. "You're suspicious."
"That doesn't even make sense."
"It makes perfect sense."
"You're just mad I sat in your chair."
"You stole my chair."
"It's just a chair."
"It was my chair."
He opened his mouth to say something else-
"Whynder!"
The entire class froze.
Mr. Calder was staring directly at the jerk.
Slowly.
He straightened up in his seat.
"Yes, sir?"
"Would you like to come up and continue the lesson for us?"
"... no."
"Then stop talking and interupting my lesson."
"O-okay sir."
The class stayed silent.
I turned back around, trying very hard not to laugh. Behind me, I heard Zeke whisper under his breath.
"Snitch."
I turned slightly.
I didn't say anything."
"You turned around."
"That's not snitching."
"It felt like snitching."
"That sounds like a personal problem."
A quiet laugh escaped from someone nearby.
Mr. Calder slamed his book on the desk.
"Whynder!"
Jerk sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yes,sir?"
"Next word you say , you're moving to the front of the class."
The entire class was silent again.
I slightly faced forward.
Five seconds passed.
Then ten.
Then behind me, in the quietest whisoer imaginable Zeke said, " ...worth it."
I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing. Which unfortunatley only made it worse.
Mr. Calder looked directly at me.
"Miss Ayson!"
I straightened immediatly.
"...yes?"
" Is something funny?"
I shook my head fast.
"No sir."
Behind me, I heard someone choke trying not to laugh.
Mr. Calder stared at the class for a moment before sighing.
" I already regret today." He muttered.
Honestly?
Same.
" Class is dismissed.", sir said and everyone shot up and ran to the cafeteria.