i wake up in the morning, sadly.

it's another monday. honestly, every day of the week feels like a monday. i've been so lonely without my camcorder, ever since kim smacked it out of my hand and got it sent straight into the concrete sidewalk.

kim's a friend i've known since 4th grade. i love her with all my heart.

though i still hold a grudge against her for that specific reason till this day, the urge to beat her with a metal pipe (lovingly) lessens and lessens every hour.

i still miss my camcorder though.

after sulking in my bed for a good five minutes, i crawl out, like a worm leaving it's beloved, warm, comfortable soil. it really sucks.

i grab my glasses and put them on, waltzing over to the bathroom to get ready. i brush my teeth miserably, and untangle my hair with a hairbrush. it hurts.

i open my dresser's drawers, staring at my possible clothing options.

that's a cute skirt i haven't worn before, and that shirt's nice.

or i could wear my old, saggy jorts i got at a garage sale from a war veteran, and my weezer shirt that got my head slammed against a locker. fun times.

okay, maybe it wasn't the weezer shirt that got me physically assaulted, but i like to think it is.

anyway, i get dressed, yada yada yada, go downstairs and head out the door.

school isn't that far, so i usually just walk, and walking's fun anyways.

matteo, who's another one of my friends, is out sick today. he has the flu. we usually walk to school together because

1) we live near each other

2) we rarely ever see each other in the halls so this is basically all the time we have to see each other

today's especially gloomy, with all the foggy and wet weather happening. but at least those new transfer students are arriving today.

not like i really care though, what's it to me? they're just more faces for me to look at. hopefully they're cute, like nene's always going on about. she's kinda boy crazy, but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't just like her.

the walk to school took longer than usual, but i digressed. i went over to my locker and, someone was.. there? well, people were there, two. the new students probably.

the blond from the other day, and a new guy. a brunette. i stopped a few feet away from the pair, just silently observing.

i watched as the brunette struggled with my locker combination lock.

"god damn it," he grunted and turned to the blond "cal, help me."

the blond, which i can only assume is cal, also went and began struggling with the locker's.. lock.

"dude, are you sure this is your locker? the code isn't working, look-" he snatched the paper from the brunette's under arm and looked at it.

"dude, this is locker 103, yours is 183.."

the brunette paused, dumbfounded.

"oh.. ohh.." the brunette turned a bit red and took the paper back from cal.

"yeah, whatever, let's just go already." he grunted.

the brunette, now red-faced, glanced around and spotted me, giving me quick glare and quickly walked away with the blond.

embarrassing! i might tell nene about my encounter, that was kinda silly. and the brunette kinda seems like nene's type, well, physically for the most part.

the bell rung and it was time for home room, which had most of my friends in it, nene and kim. i got my stuff needed and headed on over, walking through the door and sitting down at my desk.

nene immediately turned around in the seat in front of me, and said:

"have you seen the new kid? not the blond one but the-"

"-brunette one, yeah i have. you think he's cute?" i said, not surprised in the slightest.

"think who's cute?" kim interjected, leaning over from the seat to my right.

"the new kid, not the blond-"

"-but the brunette," nene said, finishing my sentence.

"oohh, him? i know him kinda, he was on my brother's elementary school track team, his name is andre kriegman. i think he was born in germany too, he was also on his old school's newspaper club and science club."

nene giggled, getting flustered already. "oh my god that's so hot."

i just sat there, my mouth slightly open. "how do you know this?-"

"never fucking mind how she knows this crap," nene said quickly, leaning over to kim now. "tell me everything." she grinned.

but before kim could get a word in, the teacher, ms. cox (haha cocks), interrupted.

"alright, my little lovemuffins," she began "we have a new student,"

not even a millisecond after saying this, the whole class erupted in chatter.

"settle down, settle down. i know this is exciting news," she said with a shit-eating grin, god i hate this school, "don't get too excited now, just.. welcome him, and treat him normally as you would your other peers."

i glanced to ms. cox's left and spotted the brunette from earlier, just as red as ever, probably embarrassed from all the attention.

"this is andre." she said, introducing the guy when he obviously could've done it himself.

"andre, go sit beside gregory. greg, raise your hand." my eyes, nene's and kim's all dart open and over to me, and probably some other people have done the same too.

i curse something under my breath and half-assedly raise my hand, and watch begrudgingly as andre prances his way over to the desk to my left.

he glares at me from the corner of his eye, but i don't say anything, i just look at ms. cox's stupid face, which i'll take any day over his. i'm already getting bad vibes from the guy. (i'm an empath, i would know /j.)

but nene doesn't seem to pick up on it, she seems to feed off of it, so while the teacher isn't looking she'll turn around in her seat to face him.

"andre, right?" she said with a friendly smile, in a whisper. "i'm nene."

he just simply glanced up at her, before cracking a small smirk. "nice."

that was all he needed to say, and nene was already a blushing mess. i sighed and glanced at kim, giving her a look that said 'help me', and kim silently agreed.

the period continued on like this, just andre and nene giving each other little glances and smiles, it's enough to make me wanna give them an honorable mention in my suicide note.

finally the class is over, so i wouldn't have to endure that awful 'flirting'(?). at least i can thank nene, he probably won't be giving those nasty glares or side eyes anymore. and, to be honest, it was kind of cute seeing them look at each other like that, i must admit.

nene's really lucky, i'd be lying if i said i wasn't ever jealous of her at all. she's pretty, smart, witty, and charming too. she's honestly what you would call a perfect girl. yeah maybe she'll have her moments, but she isn't a horrible person. i mean, if you asked me to pick out any of her flaws, i wouldn't be able to tell, you, and we've known each other since 5th grade.

and besides, she could get any guy she wanted to, it's just.. we live in such a conservative state. most of the guys want.. white girls. not saying that's bad, i mean, people can have their preferences but i'm telling you, if we were anywhere else, i bet you 100% there would be guys all over nene, left and right.

and i b-

"greg.. greg, wake up. we're gonna be late for 3rd period." a feminine voice spoke, and speak of the devil. it was nene.

"you fell asleep during class again."

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a/n] apologies for the long chapter lol + the rant, i'll try to be more consistent w/ my word count n stuff :)