Chapter 2 The New Guy (2)
I know it was unfair to dislike him based off superficial things and a gut feeling but after the summer I'd had, I recognised guys like him for what they were: bad news.
"Oh my gosh Rylie! Are you seeing this?" Olivia said tugging on my arm, her eyes fixed on the new guy.
"I have eyes, Olivia so yes," I answered, pulling my arm out of her grip before she gave me a bruise.
Eventually, he moved on, taking most of the female population of the school along with him.
"Wow, who was that guy?" Olivia asked, fanning herself with her hand.
"How would I know? I've standing right here with you, you know."
"Oh please! He's not even that hot," Mason butted in, obviously annoyed at all the attention the new guy was getting but even I had to arch an eyebrow at him.
"You're kidding right?"
"No, I'm not. He's not all that," he grumbled, glaring off at the direction he'd walked off in.
Olivia stared at him for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
"Oh my gosh, Mace! Are you jealous?" she asked in between laughs.
"Of course not!" Mason retorted. I saw a bit of colour bloom on his cheeks and his eyes darted to the floor.
"Oh my gosh! You totes are! I can't believe this!" Olivia cackled.
Thankfully, the bell rang and Mason made a quick escape, mumbling something about a teacher asking for him.
"Don't we have homeroom together?" Olivia asked me as we watched him walk away.
"Just... forget about it. Let's go. We don't wanna be late to homeroom."
After meeting up with our homeroom teacher who welcomed us to our senior year of high school and encouraged us to make the most of the school year, we went on to our first class. Math. The perfect way to start the year.
Note the sarcasm.
It was a mostly uneventful, definitely boring class and I was very happy to be out of it. My next class was an AP History class I took alone so Olivia and I had to go our separate ways. After leaving Olivia, I made a stop at the bathroom to pee... which ended up being a terrible decision.
"What the actual fuck?!" I gasped, rooted in place at the sight of the new guy and one of my classmates, Samantha, sloppily making out in the girls' bathroom.
I took a moment to take in the sight playing out in front of me because it was truly something else. Samantha was sitting on one of the sinks while he stood between her legs, a hand buried inside her pants doing God knows what. Her top had also been buttoned down and his other hand was fondling her breast. They both looked a mess, Samantha more so than him.
Yet despite the fact that I was standing right there, neither of them made any move to stop. They barely even acknowledged my presence. They continued making out until Samantha's wristwatch beeped. She broke their kiss and stared down at it with a pout.
"I have to get to my next class. But this was fun. Let's do it again some other time... preferably without an audience," she remarked, directing a pointed look at me like I was in the wrong.
What in the world was going on?
Samantha washed up, tidied up and walked out of the bathroom, blowing him a kiss before closing the door behind her. I watched her go and then slowly looked back at the guy who was still standing in the girls' bathroom like he owned the place.
Then to my surprise, he scowled at me. "Well, that was rude."
"E-Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Didn't your parents teach you not to stare at people?" he continued, reprimanding me. Then he paused and glanced at me. "If you wanted to join, all you had to do was ask."
"Excuse me?!" I repeated, unable to grasp what I was hearing. "You come here, the GIRLS' BATHROOM, get busy with a random girl, refuse to stop even when someone walks in and I'm the rude one? You disgusting piece of shit! You have five seconds to get out of here before I call security and tell them about this. Furthermore, I'd rather drink paint than bring my mouth close to that sewage disposal you call a mouth!"
He stared at me with a blank expression for a second and then to my surprise, he grinned at me.
"You're feisty. I like that." And then he actually winked at me.
I was rooted to the ground, too stunned by his actions to do anything but watch as he walked past me.
"Okay… What the heck was that?" I asked myself as I stared at the door after he left, unable to get the image of what I'd witnessed out of my head. I glanced at the sink and felt a shiver run down my spine. I was actually going to throw up.
"Um, excuse me. You're on my seat," I said gently tapping on his shoulder.
He looked up and surprise, surprise, it was the weirdo from the bathroom. "Hey, it's you."
"Yeah, creep. It's me," I spat, still revolted by the entire encounter. "You're on my seat."
"I didn't see anyone here so I have no idea what you mean by that."
"This is where I sit every time I'm in this class."
"That doesn't make it yours though, does it?"
I sighed. "I'm really not in the mood for all this, um…"
"Blake," he filled in for me.
"Yes, Blake. So could you please get up and find another seat?"
"No! You find another seat. I'm sitting right here and there's nothing you can do to change that…unless of course, you would like to sit on my lap." And then the fucker had the audacity to wink at me.
I was thinking of how to respond to his gross proposition when the teacher walked into the room and addressed me, "Miss Myers, could you please take your seat? Class is about to begin."
Blake snickered and I fought the urge to hit him as I took a seat a few chairs away from him.
"Prick!" I thought as I glared daggers at the back of his head for the remainder of the class.
"So…I heard that you and Blake had a little showdown in History class?" Olivia remarked as we grabbed our trays and joined the lunch line.
"Blake? Oh, you mean the new guy?"
"Yeah. Him. So…what happened?"
"Ugh! He's so annoying and incredibly full of himself!"
"Oh really?" Olivia said and I caught the slightest hint of amusement in her tone. "Are you sure you don't like him?" she asked, grinning at me.
"Eww! No! Of course not! I don't even see what's so special about him."
"Uh…he's cute and crazy hot."
"He's not that hot!" I groaned, ignoring the voice in my head that told me I was lying.
"If you say so. Still, I won't be surprised if you hook up with him."
"Now that will never happen," I replied as we made our way to our table.
When we finally got to our table, we found it occupied.
"What's going on here?" I asked as Olivia and I came face to face with the occupants. Unfortunately for me, Blake was part of them.
"Oh my gosh! Not you again. What are you doing here!?" I asked glaring at him.
"Well I got my lunch and I found an empty table which I am now occupying with these very lovely girls," he said, gesturing towards the girls seated around him who giggled at his words.
"Who's your friend if I may ask?" he asked, winking at Olivia who giggled and turned pink.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Well, if you don't mind, my friend and I were going to sit there so could you and your fan group move?"
"I don't see why I should move. You met us here so you can either join us or leave," he retorted bluntly.
"Maybe we should leave, Ry. No need to make a scene," Olivia said tugging on my sleeve.
"I am not leaving. We always sit here. He can't just move in and steal our spot."
"It's a public cafeteria and anyone can sit anywhere. You don't own this table, just like you didn't own that table in class."
By now, everyone's eyes were on us and I was aware of my flaming cheeks as I fought to keep from slapping that stupid smirk off his face. I took a deep breath and said, "Let's go, Liv."
As we walked away, amidst the giggles and murmuring, I heard Blake mutter something that sounded like, "What a fucking snob."
Once hearing that, I stopped and dropped my tray on the table in front of me and picked up the bowl of soup on my tray. With it in my hand, I walked back to Blake and emptied the bowl of soup on his head to the very last drop, a smug grin on my face.
"What the heck was that for?" he yelled as he shot up from the bench and stared at me, his eyes burning with rage.
"Just being a fucking snob," I responded with my most pleasant smile.
And with that, I turned around and walked back to my seat.
"Really Ry?" Olivia asked, staring at me.
I shrugged and picked up my sandwich, trying not to burst out laughing when Blake marched past me to the bathroom, the smell of tomato lingering in the air.
