ugh...
*Mir*
I stand on the sidewalk in front of my new school. First day. I don't want to be here. I've lived in this town a month already and nobody likes me. I'm a geek. The fag. Like it matters. I wouldn't want any of their skanky asses anyway.
A few kids berate me as they walk past me and into the building, but I don't pay attention to what they're saying. Just walk slowly up the steps. Bell rings. Great. First day and I'm late for homeroom.
Almost get a tardy slip from a hall monitor but I just explained that I was new and didn't know where I was supposed to be. He showed me to the room just down the hall. Room 107, Mr. Grimsley. Gee, what a nice name. NOT! Hopefully, this high school will be like my last one and we'll only have homeroom once a month.
I step inside the room and slip into the first available seat just as my name is called. Everyone snickers as he mangles my name horribly. I pronounce it for him, but he still fucks it up. I really want to leave.
***
That's basically how the whole day went. Shitty. Everyone made fun of me. Even at lunch I got spitwads blown at me. One more period to go now. Throw my new Calculus book in my locker, grab the notebook designated "English", and trudge off to the next class, foregoing the five minute break before class.
My breath was stolen the moment I walked through the door. There, sitting at the teacher's desk looking at some papers, was the most beautiful creature I'd ever laid eyes on. Dark skin, black hair. What I could see of him was long and skinny. Must be tall. He looked up as the door shut. His eyes were dark hazel and he wore glasses that had slid a bit down his nose. His cheekbones were high, lips full. I could go on and on about how gorgeous he was, but that'd take all day.
"Mr. Gordon?" I managed to choke out.
He smiled. "Yes. Are you are?"
Mind went blank. Forgot my name. Oh shit, fuck. "Um..." Wake up stupid! "Amir."
"Wow. Interesting name." He motioned for me to sit, which I did in a desk directly in front of him. "So, Amir. You like English?"
"Not particularly."
"May I ask why?"
"I'm not good at writing."
"Well, that's what I'm here for. To make you learn. Last year you probably focused on grammar, but in the 10th grade we focus mainly on literature. What do you like to read?"
Shrugged. "Just about anything."
"That's good. It's the sign of a brilliant mind."
Just then the warning bell rang and kids started piling in. Mr. Gordon noticed me tense up and withdraw a bit. He just smiled at me and mouthed, 'It'll be ok.'