Ian was late. He wasn't the sort that was ever late to anything. In fact, he was kind of perpetually early all the time, which made this particular morning feel like a nightmare unfolding in front of him. He darted down the hall toward his homeroom class and sharply turned a corner only to slam, full-body into another person coming around the same corner the opposite way. The collision sent him backwards and he muttered, "Shit, sorry," as he regained his balance and looked up at the person he'd just barreled over.
"The fuck? Watch where you're goin', dickhead." Came the agitated remark from the short, pale-skinned boy. He looked like the kind of person that would normally have a cigarette in his hand, and Ian wasn't sure that a person could look any particular way that brought that exact idea to mind until now.
"Sorry," the lanky ginger repeated, running a hand against the back of his neck. "I'm just trying to get to class, I'm late." He cuts himself off there before he launches into any kind of diatribe about how much he hates being late. This guy definitely didn't ask for that and it would just waste more time to explain it, if he was honest.
"Yeah, well, I'm tryin'na find mine." His eyes swept over Ian from head to toe and back again and he shrugged. "You look nerdy enough-- where's Turner's class?"
Ian made a few noises that never quite made it to becoming real words, "Uh- okay, first of all: You insulting me isn't really the best way to get me to help you. And secondly-- that's where I'm going, so--" he made a vague motion with his hand as a silent request for him to follow him as he made his way down the hall. The guy steered back the other direction and fell in step beside Ian easily enough. There was just one thing that kept running through his mind. "You're new, aren't you?"
"Gee, what clued ya in?" He rolled his eyes.
"Okay, you're an ass. I get it, you can stop now." Ian shook his head and continued down the hall. "It's just really easy to spot the new kids in a town this small because literally everyone knows everybody else. And if you don't know them, you've seen them around. And bar either of those, your parents know each other at the very least so--"
The guy held up a hand to stop him. "I don't fuckin' care, all right? Shut the fuck up and get me to this fuckin' class so I can stop lookin' at your scrawny ass."
Ian mouthed a silent 'Wow', eyes wide and head shaking slightly before he continued until they reached the classroom in question. He gave Mrs. Turner an apologetic look before he hastily made his way to sink down low in his seat in the back of the room. She seemed to assume he was late for helping the new kid get to class, and he didn't bother correcting her.
011. First
"The fuck? Watch where you're goin', dickhead." Came the agitated remark from the short, pale-skinned boy. He looked like the kind of person that would normally have a cigarette in his hand, and Ian wasn't sure that a person could look any particular way that brought that exact idea to mind until now.
"Sorry," the lanky ginger repeated, running a hand against the back of his neck. "I'm just trying to get to class, I'm late." He cuts himself off there before he launches into any kind of diatribe about how much he hates being late. This guy definitely didn't ask for that and it would just waste more time to explain it, if he was honest.
"Yeah, well, I'm tryin'na find mine." His eyes swept over Ian from head to toe and back again and he shrugged. "You look nerdy enough-- where's Turner's class?"
Ian made a few noises that never quite made it to becoming real words, "Uh- okay, first of all: You insulting me isn't really the best way to get me to help you. And secondly-- that's where I'm going, so--" he made a vague motion with his hand as a silent request for him to follow him as he made his way down the hall. The guy steered back the other direction and fell in step beside Ian easily enough. There was just one thing that kept running through his mind. "You're new, aren't you?"
"Gee, what clued ya in?" He rolled his eyes.
"Okay, you're an ass. I get it, you can stop now." Ian shook his head and continued down the hall. "It's just really easy to spot the new kids in a town this small because literally everyone knows everybody else. And if you don't know them, you've seen them around. And bar either of those, your parents know each other at the very least so--"
The guy held up a hand to stop him. "I don't fuckin' care, all right? Shut the fuck up and get me to this fuckin' class so I can stop lookin' at your scrawny ass."
Ian mouthed a silent 'Wow', eyes wide and head shaking slightly before he continued until they reached the classroom in question. He gave Mrs. Turner an apologetic look before he hastily made his way to sink down low in his seat in the back of the room. She seemed to assume he was late for helping the new kid get to class, and he didn't bother correcting her.