The first school day was coming to an end. After lunch I haven't had any more sightings of that strange guy. Maybe it's for the best. Hell, it took me nearly ten minutes to start drinking that Dr. Pepper he had saved from the machines grasp for me. His face in that moment- "Fiight!" a boy yelled while running down the hall towards the schools exit. I turned to look at Taylor who was paused holding a lipgloss brush as she returned the look. We gathered our belongings from our lockers quickly before shutting them as we rushed to the direction where- pretty much everyone now was going. Once outside of course there were multiple crowds. The cheering people, the worried people who just stand there and watch, the lurkers who don't want to be caught in the area but still want to watch, the walking watchers and of course, the filmers. Obviously we were being the walking watchers, walking down the sidewalk looking over at the scene that was hidden within the crowds. Who even fights on the FIRST day of school? My question was soon answered as Taylor and I made our way further down the sidewalk. I nearly paused as my mind began recognizing the boy beating the other one. It was one of them- one of the boys from that so called jacket gang.....someone really needs to come up with a better name for them. That and I should start learning names. Then I realized, if that boy is there fighting then that means the others would be around here somewhere-..My eyes froze as I slowly kept walking. There they were, two sitting on the hood of a car and the other leaned up against the drivers door, which was the boy I have been seeing throughout the day. They seem to be watching their friend, weirdly pumped to be seeing him beat some other dudes ass. Except- the boy leaning against the car just had his normal looks from before still placed upon his face. What's his deal? Honestly, what's all their deals? Is this what everyone meant by them? That they just start fights and end up hurting others? On top of the other guys just stand there and laugh while watching their friend hurt someone else. Piercing eyes made my mind fall silent as the boy I had been staring at finally caught me. Was my staring obvious? Why would he look over here out of all places? Maybe cause I am five cars away from him dumbass. I bumped into Taylor who...was still next to me? "Sorry, I didn't notice you were still here...why are you so quiet?" I smiled, the pressure finally leaving my chest. "I didn't want to interrupt your dark fantasies." she smirked with a giggle as she adverted her eyes towards the boy. I couldn't help but blush at the embarrassing response and shook my head. "Nooo."
"Pleeease, if he wasn't so scary lookin' I'd be all over you about how you need to make a move and talk to him. What am I saying? Yalls eyes are doing all the talking." Taylor laughed as she teased. I couldn't help but grin. As embarrassing as it gets, it's still funny to listen to someone else tease you over things.

Teachers had finally fled out of the school doors and ran everyone off while also catching a few. It's as if they took their sweet time to come out. Poor dude wouldn't be as hurt if they were watching the front of the school like they are supposed to. Taylors mom had come to pick her up, they offered me a ride as well but I turned it down. I don't really tell anyone but- my life is pretty boring, so today I'm just gonna take a nice walk. Maybe even stop somewhere like a coffee shop or something. Especially after everything today...my body and mind could use some relaxation. As I began walking I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to my mom to let her know about my plan.
Messages
Me: Hey mom, im going to walk home since it's not too far and I also want to check out a coffee shop so I'll be home a bit late.

Mom: Ok hunny, be careful!

Me: I will lol

I slid my phone into my back pocket as I continued my way down the sidewalk. My eyes scanning over all the shops as I passed by them. The thoughts started flowing into my mind on this quiet walk, replaying the fight scene that happened back at school. Why did he just let his friend do that? Why was he just watching as if it was normal? Does he act like that aswell?...My eyes caught view of the coffee shops sign, taking in a mind clearing breath as I approached the door and entered. The strong aroma of coffee and breaded sweets filled the air. Digging through the apps on my phone, I opened CashApp to see my balance from my allowances to make sure I had enough to spend. Glancing over the menu board that hovered above the counter, I ordered whatever sounded like it would be good, a white chocolate cappuccino with a hint of hazelnut. After receiving my hot, amazing smelling drink I found myself a small table in the corner of the shop. My bookbag hugged around the back of the chair that I sat on, repeatedly blowing onto my drink to cool it a bit to avoid burning my tongue. Loud screeching began echoing down the street and of course it made everyone curious. Heads turned here and there just as the screeches turned into roars as they came closer. It was the roaring of engines and tires that screamed as they were dragged against the pavement. Two cars, one after the other scurried down the street as if the second car was chasing the first one. That car though looked like-...couldn't have been. My hands wrapped around my mug as I sat there sinking into my mind. What the hell is happening today?

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Five hours have passed since the fight at school happened and the facial expression of that guy still appears in my mind. My father actually decided to take mom out for dinner tonight so me and Kaylee got to order our own pizzas, that we of course took to our rooms. As I was sitting on my bed eating, I was scrolling through my instagrams feed. I gained a few more followers today due to school starting and of course names spread. Especially when you have like 8 classes that always have different people. You get lucky sometimes to be put in the same classes at the same time with your friends. Some of the followers I noticed were some of the new friends I made today, some were just randoms. My chewing slowed as I scrolled through this one girls posts. I put the piece of pizza I was currently munching on into the box and slid it away, cleaning my fingers with a napkin. Quickly squirming myself under my covers as I refocused onto the girls post. "He's so creepy! But god why he gotta be so hot?!" the captain read. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. My eyes slowly scanned over the image the caption belonged to. Just as you thought, it was him. It was a picture that was clearly snuck of him. That same unimpressed facial expression, with a hint of pissed off. Wait...is that...me?...I brung my phone closer to my face. This was at lunch today, I was there in the very back of the background. This was taken after he had helped me get my drink- or well gave it to me. In the image his friends looked as if they were messing with him. Must have saw him at the door with me...I bit the corner of my cheek inside of my mouth, slowly taking a screenshot of the post. No one would know anyways right? My nosiness didn't end there, I decided to go through the comments to see if anyone mentioned his name. All I saw were the names that him and his pals was given. What is wrong with people? These names are crazy. Shutting my phone off I glanced over at the pizza box, "I'll take it down in the morning" I huffed, leaned over to put my phone on the charger and rest it on my nightstand. I clicked my lamp off and gazed around my room as my mind zoomed through thoughts, letting them lead the way to deep sleep.

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I stared into my locker, time is flying so fast. One more class and the school day is over. A soft sigh escaped my lips, just to be sucked back in by a gasp when I closed my locker and came face to face with a dark brown haired boy with eyes to match. He just stood there leaning against the lockers, chewing what smelt like minty gum staring at me. "Sorry for the startle." He chuckled which was followed by a smirk. "It's no problem." He turned so his back was now against the lockers. He was one of those guys, from that group. I looked down so I wasn't facing him to make it less awkward and pulled out my phone to check the time. I should've stayed face deep in my locker, still a few minutes before next class begins. "Hey Brandy! You holding out on us?" I heard another voice approach, speaking to the guy who was next me. I scrolled through my phone while eavesdropping on their conversation. "Nah man, you know where she belongs." She? Are they talking about me? What do they mean by belong? I think it's time for me to make my way somewhere that's not here. I turned acting as if I was texting someone and went to walk but was blocked by another guy that had just arrived. "Woah there, where you running off to?" I peeked around at the three guys as I took a step back. "Well class is about to start." I replied to the one infront of me, low chuckles being the reaction I got in return. The guy raised his hand and picked at the strands of hair that laid along my left shoulder, causing me to look down at the floor as my heart began to pick up its beating. You're a pretty one arn't you?" Why am I all a sudden alone out here in the halls with these guys? It's like everyone totally ditched on purpose. As I was filling with awkwardness and embarrassment my head was yanked to the side causing me to release a yelp, he had grabbed the lump of hair he was picking at and pulled on it "Don't ignore me!". I immediately swatted his arm away "Let go of me creep!" I spat at him, my eyes shifting to the side as a figure approached behind him. It was him...I'm just going to start calling him Bangs since no one mentions his real name and he does have those flowing bangs that dangle down his forehead; the guy from all those times before. A strange feeling over came me, and I felt betrayed and disappointed. But why? I don't know this guy. Is it cause I kept telling myself he wasn't the guy people said he was? That my hopes of him acting special towards me was wrong? I took two steps back before completely turning around and speed walking down the hall, despite my class being the opposite direction. I'll take my chances being late.

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Taylor poked my forehead causing me to look up at her, "You okay?". I gave her the old 'yea just a headache' excuse. Regardless of my actions, I'm glad we get last class together. When I arrived the teacher let me off with a warning, thankfully cause I did NOT want lunch detention. Who knows what kind of people are in there. "Ah, Mr. Jetkins and Mr. Waller, what a surprise." our teacher practically announced as these two guys entered the classroom, both holding what seemed to be office letters. "This wouldn't happen if you would show up to school and focus on your work." the teacher stated as he collected the papers from the guys and pointed to their desks, which were the two in the right back corner while mine was in the left back corner. WAIT! It can't be-...my heart sunk deeper within my chest as I focused more on who these two boys were. One was the creep from out in the hall just moments ago and the other was...Bangs. The creep noticed me staring and stuck his pen in his mouth with a cheesy smile, disgusting. They must have missed alot of school to be put in this class...I mean it's a combined Math class where there's Juniors and just a few Seniors, but only the Seniors who need more math skills get put in here. "Oh boyyy." I heard Taylor sing back at me, making me place my right elbow on my desk to hold my head in my hand, keeping the view of the boys in the other direction. Yes, I'm still upset about earlier. I probably would've been fine seeing him again if he wasn't there watching his friend practically disrespect me like that. I don't care if he doesn't know me, we've encountered eachother enough to where he should at least keep that from happening, but no. Now it just makes everything more awkward...seeing him and having all these thoughts of whether he's a bad guy like everyone says or not. My face felt warm but I knew it wore a disappointed expression. What if things ended up out of control in the hall? Would he have just stood there watching and let anything happen? All my thoughts about this guy are leaning to bad news. I probably seem pathetic. Got some weird obsession with some guy I don't even know let alone know his damn name. It's just-...something always gave me this rush everytime we encountered eachother and once it starts it's hard to forget and ignore. If I have to be his locker neighbor AND have the same last class with him...it's going to be a long school year.