New Boy In Town [3]

Two months laterrr.

I really hate my history class. It makes me want to kill myself sometimes. The instructor is actually young, but she seems lifeless. I seriously want to pump some caffinee into her. I was about to daze off when I was hit with a paper football. I glanced up at the assholes who got on my nerves, alot. They stopped once they noticed I wasn't kidding and would punt them where the sun doesn't shine. I continued to doze off into sleep when the instructor let us know that we had a seven page eassy to write about Napoleons reign and stuff like that. Rolling my eyes, I closed my notebook and grabbed my book bag. I didn't feel like having to deal with the guys in there.

I went to my dorm, laid all my things on my bed, and decided that I would change clothes before I went to the local Pizza Hut. I put on a pair of shorts I bought earlier that year at Goodys, and a tanktop from jcpennys that was purple with black pokadots. I was nearly famished, so I huridly got there. After I ordered my personal pan pizza and sat down to eat it, I got the feeling I was being stared at. I looked over to my left and a couple of tables over was that guy from the party. He had black spiked hair and at the tips of it was a redish brown color. He was wearing a Red Jumpsuit Apparatus shirt and a pair of blue jeans. I looked at him for a minute and shook my head and continued eating. I got up to go throw my trash away & then headed for the exit. I started to walk past the guys table when he grabbed my wrist. I looked down at him and he asked me to sit down.