Chapter3

#Chapter3

Ryan Jones

I made it to class on time thanks to the map the secretary included in my schedule. At least, she was kind enough not to let me wander through the halls. I need to work on my people skills.

My schedule comprised AP classes except for PE, which is mandatory for graduation. It’s an easy class. All you must do is to take part in it to pass. How do people fail is beyond me?

I have an English class first, followed by history, science, and math before lunch. Physics and PE are afterward. At least, gym class is last, and I can shower when I get home.

It didn’t matter how advanced the classes are. With my memory and IQ, I would breeze through them and end up feeling bored, more so than anything. Thus, I didn’t like school. It doesn’t challenge me, and I hate dealing with most of the people here. They’re too self-absorbed.

Everyone settled in, and the teacher called out names when the door flew open with a bang. There's a guy about six feet two with bulging arms, a chestnut brown faux hawk with gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. I saw him stand there. I thought it’s the first guy I saw this morning when I left the principal’s office, but he had black hair with ice-blue eyes.

He leaned next to the doorframe with his arms crossed, wearing a white tee shirt with black jeans and boots. Everyone stopped and stared except me. After catching a glimpse, I diverted my eyes back to my book.

/"Ah, Mr. Jones, how nice of you to join us,/" the teacher said with a sarcastic tone.

The guy waved him off with a /"Yeah/" and made his way to his seat located right next to mine. Great, I groaned. He’s the typical bad boy who likes to terrify people and defies all the rules because they feel bored.

Bad boys are so cliche, and every school has them. The good girl ends up falling for them and ‘changing’ them, typical.

As I sat there, I felt like someone is staring at me. I turned to see Ryan gazing at me. I wanted to ask him what his problem is but kept quiet as I always did. I want to get through this class and my other classes so I could go home. I hate an unfamiliar place, knowing no one.

The class finally ended. I hurried out of my seat and classroom before Ryan said anything to me. I searched for my next class and found it; thanks to the map they gave me. I walked in and sat down at an empty seat.

Most of my classes comprise introducing me as the /"new/" girl to the other students; I got all my books and a syllabus. People left me alone, which didn’t bother me, but I got the occasional whispers and stares. Yes, I know I’m fresh meat.

I saw Ryan a few times and only remembered who he was because of his dramatic entrance in my first hour. He said little; in fact, he said nothing, which bothered me more than anything.

I guess you don’t have to when people fear you. Although I’m curious to know why people feared him. Did he commit some criminal act that would cause people to fear him? I must wonder if there is anyone else like him in this godforsaken place.

I would find out soon enough.