ONE
He was just staring at me; looking empty. The usual burning hate was displaced.
I tried to focus on my morning coffee, but my eyes kept glancing his way.
"Hay". A deep voice yawned. I twisted around in my seat.
Anthony was leaning against the wall, supporting the arch between the kitchen and dining room. His arms were crossed over his muscular bare chest.
He glanced from me to Jim. His dark eyebrows arched. "Did I intrude?"
Jim scoffed. "No".
I quickly shook my head.
"I'm glad". He smiled, softly. "Can I make you breakfast Jim?"
"I'm fine".
His eyes landed on me.
"I already ate". I answered, quickly. I glanced at the small clock hanging on the opposite wall. "Shit".
I grabbed my coffee mug and downed the hot liquid. Swinging my back pack over my shoulder I stood and headed for the door.
"Ivan". Jim called. I glanced over my shoulder at him.
"Yes, sir?"
"B+ in the test today".
I swallowed. "Yes sir".
Anthony gave me a thumbs up. "Good luck buddy".
I forced myself to smile. "Thanks".
My fingers were shaking as I opened the door. Stepping outside, I took in several deep breathes to calm the panic rising in my chest.
B+, I told myself.
****
School was a fucking joke. I thought of it as a competion for delinquents.
It was a place the popular girls showed off their beauty or the jocks slammed a weak kid into a locker.
I took part in nothing. I wasnt fond of drama, yet it seemed to follow me around;everywhere.
School actually bored me to death. I wasnt shy about that fact. People knew I hated it.
"Hay Ivan". A tall blonde girl greeted with a friendly smile.
I glared at her.
She kept talking. "You know about the party at Jason's tomorrow night, right?"
I rolled my eyes. Jason was a total tool with chicks at his every call.
"I was wondering if you'd like to go with me". She said sheepishly.
I stopped when we reached my locker.
"Soo?"
I sighed than said. "I dont even know who you are".
Her cheeks lit up pink. "Oh...but we're like in every class together. I'm Jessy".
I put in my locker code than pulled out my history textbook.
All the girls at Heckerman Highschool looked the same to me.
I shrugged, shut my locker, than started to first period. She pranced after me, her heels clicking against the floor.
I shoved my hands into my pockets, hating the fact that she was following me.
People were glancing our way.
I hated attention, yet everyone seemed so interested in my life.
The girls surely did.
To them I was the mystery bad boy Ivan Yash.
I stomped into Mrs. Irsen's history class, ignoring the stares.
I made my way to the back and plopped into my seat. Sliding forward, I rested my head against the chair's back.
Class started a few mintues later but I was to tired to care.
Someone tapped my desk. "Mr. Yash I would enjoy your participation".
"Sorry". I mumbled. I sat up straight and tilted my head. "Is this better?"
Mrs. Irsen nodded. "Much, thankyou".
She handed me my test results. My heart thumped wildly in my chest as I glanced it over.
In bold red lettering was a C-.
I almost choked.
"Congrats on those who earned A+. I'm proud to say most of you worked really hard on this test". Mrs. Irsen chuckled, "I know I did".
A soft knock on the door grabbed everyone's attention. It slowly opened and a tall kid stepped in.
He glanced around than approached Mrs. Irsen.
She smiled at him. "You must be Samual Deendra".
He nodded. "Yes Ma'am".
"Call me Mrs. Irsen".
"Yes Mrs. Irsen".
Her smile widened. "Your a little late, but I'll brush it aside since it's your first day".
My eyes fell to my paper. A C-. What was I supposed to do with that.
Fuck.
"Have you been shown around?"
"No".
"Mrs. Irsen". I said. My voice cut through any conversation. Everyone glanced my way.
"What is it Ivan?" She sighed.
I tapped my paper. "A C-?"
She nodded. "That's what the paper says".
I slumped back in my chair. "Really?"
"Yes, that's your score".
"Fuck that". I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
"You can take it up with Principal Hal".
I grabbed the paper and crumbled it up.
Thanks for ruining my fucking life. If I had a lighter I would've burned the damn thing.
I suppressed my anger. Smiling sweetly I said. "Nah, Hal's a dick".
The room bursted in fits of O's and uuuu's. Every single eye was on Mrs. Irsen.
She scowled. "Language Mr. Yash".
"Fuck language". I said sironacilly.
Her eyes darkened. The class was suspesensful, awaiting my punishment for acting out.
I smirked, brought my legs onto my desk, and waited.
"Mr. Yash I will not allow such dissobiedents in my classroom".
I shrugged. "Expel me than". I was already fucked so why not?
She let out a long breath of air as she calmed herself. "After this class I would appreciate it if you would show Mr. Deendra around".
Babysitting. That was the best she could do.
I turned my head away. "Whatever".
When everyone was sure that I was done acting out Mrs. Irsen started the class back up.
Boring, boring, boring.
I gave out an adauble sigh, ever so often. It let the others now that I was bored beyond comparison.
History was the worst.
When the bell finally rang, I stayed in my seat, slowly packing up my shit.
"Mr. Yash remember your showing Mr. Deendra around".
I slung my bag over my shoulder. "Yeah, whatever".
I headed out of class and the new kid followed. Next to me he was a gaint. Unfortunately, I was on the shorter side.
"I'm Samual by the way". He said, nonchalantly.
"Ivan".
The rest of the time I was silent. My thoughts kept tipping towards that damn C-.
Jim was going to be pissed.
I huffed. Oh how I was looking forward to tonight.
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