Chapter 1
MORGAN’S POV
“A new student?” Wade asked, biting into his bread, as I took a seat beside him in our cafeteria table.
“Yup,” I said, picking up my piece of bread, turning to Kate. “Kate and I are supposed to give him a tour of the school tomorrow”
“Yeah, about that...” Kate said, fidgeting with her food. “I can’t come to school tomorrow.”
“Why not?” Alex asked.
“I have to help my sister move in. She’s been ranting about how nervous she is.”
“Oh yeah, she’s going to college, isn’t she?” I looked down at my plate of food. Well, this is bad. Now I have to give the new kid a tour on my own.
“I’ll come with you,” Aiden said.
I looked up. He had lunged forward slightly, looking at me, awaiting an answer.
I opened my mouth to reply, but Adam beat me to it.”We have dance practice tomorrow, Aiden. Did you forget? “ He said.
“Shit.” Aiden sank into his chair, disappointed.
“Ah. I have practice too.” Alex added.Wade nodded. “Me too”
“It’s fine, guys. I can do it on my own.” I said, before continuing to eat my lunch.
“Don’t you have to prepare for your performance on opening day too? “ Wade asked, waving his spoon around, dropping a bit of his sauce on Adam’s plate, resulting in Adam giving him a glare and a slight shove.
“Well, yeah, “ I replied, “ But someone has to give the guy a tour”
“Isn’t the school council responsible for that? “ Alex asked setting her spoon down, having finished her lunch.
“Yes. But they’re all busy preparing for next week. “ I said.
“So David asked you to do it? “ Adam bit his spoon a bit too hard. I cringed. That ought to hurt.
“Yes, and he looked extremely sorry having to ask us,” Kate replied with a small frown.
“Yeah. For someone that intimidating, you wouldn’t think he says sorry as much as he does.” I said.
David Markus is our super tall friend (I’m talking 6’2”) who is the president of the student council. Before junior year, he used to spend a lot of time with Kate, Wade and I. But lately, he’s been very busy.
Adam, Aiden, and Zach( our other super tall friend) hadn’t been very close to us until later when we were forced to do a dance and song piece together. Now we’re a tight group of friends.Although we wouldn’t admit it, we all enjoyed it. But none of us would ever say it out loud. Nope. Nevah.
“Yet, no one can say sorry more than Kate can.” Aiden laughed. And so did the rest of us, except Kate.
She sunk into her chair in embarrassment. “I’ve stopped saying sorry. From now, I’m going to be mean.”
“Sure. Like that’ll happen.” Adam cackled.
Kate stood up, slamming her hand on the table, jerking the bun out of Wade’s hand, and making it fall onto the floor.
“Oh no! My bun!! “ He got on his knees and hands on the floor, with tiny, fake tears falling on the ground.”My bun... “ He whimpered.
“Oh no! I’m so sorry about your bread!” Kate apologized.”See?” Adam snickered.
“ Hey! I knocked off his food! It’s my fault, and I should apologize!”
“Of course you should. And you do! Which is why you can never be mean.” Adam leaned into his chair, smirking.
I smiled. It is true, after all.
“I can be mean! Just you wait,” Kate said, ignoring Wade’s cries, “and watch.”
She stomped off with her plate, leaving is laughing. Wade mumbled sadly, as he sat on his seat.I smacked Wade’s head, “ Oh, you can just buy another one. Let’s go. We have Japanese now. Bye guys. “
I didn’t wait to get a reply from the others and dragged Wade to our next class.
Japanese is an amazing language in all honesty, but Miss Suzy just made the language boring by being her boring self. No one ever listens to her class and she doesn’t seem to care.
“So, this new student. Got any info? “ Wade turned to me. As usual, Miss Suzy didn’t notice. She never does.
“As far as I know, his name is Aaron Williams. He’s from Yorkshire. There’s not much known about why he changed schools. No idea what his specialty is if he even has one. That being said, he’s a complete mystery to us.” I said, turning to look at the board where Japanese scribblings were written.
Wait. When did she teach kanji?
“Too bad. That leaves a lot to the imagination. “ Wade said, chewing on his pen.He should stop that. The pen could leak.
But I make no move to inform him.
“What if he’s a singer? Or a dancer? Or a rapper?” He sat forward in his chair. “Oooh. What if he’s all of them together?Then we could put out one hell of a performance during the competitions!”
Wade was now bobbing his head in excitement.
“Don’t get your hopes high. For all we know, he could be a geek with round glasses and dirty unclean nails that he chews.” That ought to get him good.
Tristan stared at me with disgust written all over his face.
“Your imagination is disgusting, you know?” He said.
I simply shrugged.
