I sigh, closing my locker and turn to be met with a raven haired boy glaring at me. I lower my head and try to walk by him. "What are ya doin all the way down here?" He asks, that's when I notice his friends behind him, they all dress similarly, skinny jeans and a leather jacket.
I look up at him and play with the sleeves of my hoodie, "I-I..." "C'mon, spit it out." I gulp and take a deep breath, regaining my composure "My locker is on this hall..." I trail off and look down at the floor. He hums and the bell rings, signaling theres five minutes to get to our classes. I jump at the loud ringing and speed past the group of chuckling boys, clutching my math book tightly to my chest.
I make it to my math class and sit in an empty seat in the back corner. I set my book on my desk and gently pull off my hoodie. It's hot in here, doesnt this teacher know what air conditioning is?
A familiar raven haired boy walks into the room and starts making his way to the back of the room. He puts his hands on the front of my desk and leans on it, I stop chewing on my pencil and set it down. I look up at him, confusion written on my face as people turn and watch. "You're in my seat." He growls "I don't see your name on it," I state, where did that come from? His eyes widen in shock and he leans closer, "look sugar, I know you're new here and all, so you probably dont know who I am... but I'm not someone you wanna make an enemy out of..." he trails off and my eyes widen. I gulp "th-theres a perfectly fine seat right there." I point to the seat next to me and he huffs, "Gerard, please have a seat." The teacher says calmly and the raven haired boy sits in the seat next to me, with a loud sigh.
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