NOT SO BAD

It undoubtedly was a school for the rich.

The entire premises had tall buildings flanking each other. The floor was made of marbles and everyone wore uniforms like mine.

A white shirt tucked into a short plaid skirt, a while socks and black shoes. For the boys, it was a white shirt tucked into navy blue pants and tie.

On the floor was the inscription"Welcome back to school." I was wrapped up in my thoughts, thinking the school wasn't bad at all , when I bumped into a solid wall that almost sent me spiraling to the floor but for my strong balance. I looked up, ready to cuss and found four pairs of eyes staring down at me.

Four pairs of eyes that fit beautifully into perfectly chiseled faces stared back at me. Compared to the owners of these eyes I was a dwarf.

They had bodies that could put an Abercrombie model to shame. I put out my hand instinctively to the one I'd run into to gain balance, only for him to shift stance, and I staggered forward.

Thankfully, there was no student body around, cause it was definitely worth a laugh.

Nice one Steyn. I congratulated myself. What better way was there to shame yourself on the first day in a new school.

I picked whatever was left of my dignity and stood erect, regaining posture. I've never been so stupid in my entire life.

"Hi. I'm Steyn." I stretched out my hands for a warm handshake but was badly ignored.

"Watch where you're going next time, chap." The one with green eyes said.

I squinted my eyes to look at him. Why was he sounding rude? It's not like I bumped into him.

"There are polite ways to talk to people, you know." I reprimanded.

"Nobody cares." He muttered.

I sighed, keeping my hands down.

"It's surprising tho. I bumped into him, not you. He's not even said a word yet, but you. I'm certain if it was you, we'll both be on the floor right now." I muttered.

"Careful what you wish for." He muttered, walking away with his dumb friend.

"Rich kids." I muttered and went the opposite direction.

I walked down the hallway, map in hand, as I tried to locate my locker. Surprisingly, it wasn't as difficult to find as I'd thought. It had my full name sitting pretty on it.

I opened it, dumped a perfume, books and a few pens before shutting it with a loud bang.

That alone, earned me a few snickers. "Sorry," I apologized in my head. "Not trying to gather attention."

My timetable fixed firmly in my hands, I stalked off to the homeroom.

I managed to slip in the room as the teacher shut the door.

"Nice of you to join us." The young, fine looking man said.

I sighed, scanning the entire room for a place to sit.

"I'm sorry sir." I replied apologetically and shrugged.

"Sorry for yourself." He replied, pointing to an empty seat.

I walked towards it and sat my butt down. The feeling was heavenly.

"Finally." I muttered.

"You said something?" My partner asked.

"No." I replied, and turned to apologize but it ended up as a question. "So you speak?"

He looked at me like I was out of my senses and shrugged. "That's supposed to be funny? Because, hahahaha, it's not."

I smirked, that was weird. I was certain he was one of the guys from earlier. The one I'd bumped into.

"You can start by apologizing." He looked at me, suddenly finding his biro amusing.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "I tried to already, but your right hand man wouldn't let me." I reminded him.

"You didn't try hard." He replied.

"Maybe if you'd said something, it would have been better. All you did was play dumb, and look, I've coined a name for you." I spoke up.

I don't know what part of my statement was funny, but he laughed.

"And what's it?" He asked.

"Dumb friend." I replied.

"God, you didn't." He said, running a hand over his face, like he was embarrassed.

He was cute when he did that.

"Found something funny, Walker?" The teacher asked.

"There should be some sort of Thanksgiving." He smirked. "Looks like your class might become interesting after all, Mr. Darius."

The entire class burst out laughing and I just felt bad for our teacher.

High school never lacked drama, I thought. It didn't matter if it was a school for rich kids or poor kids.

"Walker?" I turned to him for clarity.

" Walker." He confirmed, not bothering to ask for mine.

I felt bad.

"I'm Steyn." I told him. "Even if you didn't ask.

"Page 364." He said instead and after a while added, "Steyn."

I brought out my hand for a shake, but he just sat there , looking from my face to my hand, over again and finally to his book.

It was brutal.

I quietly withdrew my hand, and zeroed in on my book.

"Stupid people everywhere." I muttered.

"You said something?" He said, bringing his head a little too close for my comfort.

"None that I can remember." I replied, my voice coming out as harsh and a little bit forced. Whatever, I thought and shrugged it off.

I watched him take out his phone and start tapping on it, from the corner of my eyes.

He had two long legs, stretched out on my front desk. The guts!!!

This guy didn't have any respect. Not even a bit. At this point, I felt a little bit of what the teacher felt when I turned around and discovered that half the class population was doing one thing or the other that wasn't related to the lesson in anyway.

I sneered and turned around. Homeroom wasn't that boring, was it?.

The last thing I thought about was of me dancing in the rain.