THEM AGAIN!

He sat down on the seat with his bag on the desk. He maintained a calm poise as he quietly looked around, staring at his fellow classmates while they kept making a whole lot of noise in the class. At one corner of the classroom was a group of friends. They were four in number. All males.

The centre of attraction in the group was Charles Oswald, the British American student. He was one of the richest boys in his class and that made most of the girls cower at his feet just to get his attention. His parents were very well to do that they had a very strong say in the running of the affairs of the school. They were also one of the top shareholders both in the school and in the state. He was always smartly dressed to school; his trendy shirts, trousers and shoes were no match for most of their thrift wears. His haircut was also sleek and stylish. He was always driven to school by a chauffeur in different cars. More like, every day had a different car assigned to it. Funny enough, even teachers kissed his ass too.

Next to Charles Oswald was Philip Donald. Philip Donald was the brainiest kid in class. He was an A list student, always topping the entire class in quizzes and exams. His parents were well to do too but not as rich as Charles Oswald's parents. He had most of the girls seeking for his attention too. Jason always wished to be friends with him though; he preferred to hang around brilliant people - "it helps you become brilliant too", his father would say.

Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So whenever their surnames were called, there would always be a pause or a little silence in the class while waiting for their first names to follow afterwards in order to help them know which of them was being called.

Danny Joe was the fourth man in the group with eyes for all the girls in the class. This time around, he was the one kissing the girls' asses. One of the reasons why most of the girls befriending him still stuck to him was to see if they could get a chance at Charles Oswald, their ultimate prize.

Jason sat quietly watching the four friends talk, gossip and laugh together. They would point at somebody passing, make side comments about them and roar in laughter. His eyes also wandered to a couple of girls in another corner, squealing with glee in the usual girly manner. They were all in flashy coloured attires and added a touch of pink to their dresses. Some of them had pink ribbon tied to their pony tails.

As every group of friends had their leader, the queen bee of this group of girls was a girl named Cathy Norman. She was a tall girl with thin long legs. She had blonde hair which she always packed into a bun. She never carried her back pack, it was always in the possession of her closest pal, Daisy Parker. She was a bossy kind of girl and was demanding attention all the time. At a point, there were rumours that she was dating Charles Oswald but it seemed as if they broke up during the summer break because they had not said a thing to each other since they entered the classroom.

Within the twinkle of an eye, there was a scramble for seats as the teacher had immediately entered the class, disrupting their happy discussions. Some people even bumped into each other. Jason had a good laugh at that.

***

The bell went off for recess at 12pm on the dot and the whole class went rowdy again. Everyone to his or her group.

Chris came to join Jason as they both walk together to the cafeteria. They were joined by Matthew Clay and Zion Murphy, their two other friends.

After about six to eight minutes, each of them carried trays of food from the counter to their favourite table.

"Hey dude, watch out!" Zion screamed at Jason, who dropped his tray on the table in fear and turned to see what the problem was. It was Jones Hardy again but this time he was with two of his crew members, Tom and Brandon.

"How many times do I need to warn you? Stop intruding my space, Lefty!" Jones said with a frown.

"But we came here first". Matthew said in defense. Jones shoved him to the side. He almost fell and bumped into Zion.

"Shut your trap, you little brat!" Jones ordered and faced a now very frightened Jason. Chris who was standing behind Jason shifted to the side immediately. Jones held Jason tightly by the collar of his shirt and shoved him to the ground.

Tom let out a laugh, brought out his cellphone and began taking pictures of Jason amidst the laughter.

"Guys, let's get out of here". Jones said to them with a wave of his hand. They obeyed immediately. Jason was still on the floor.

"Are you okay?" Chris called out to Jason pitifully.

Jason rolled over slowly and got up. "Yeah! I'm fine."

He stood up and looked around to see many eyes staring at him. He dusted his clothes and sat down on the chair. He just couldn't understand why they kept on coming at him everytime. He could feel his anger rising.