[Author's Note: First and foremost, I would like to thank Lillie and Bigg_Mike for editing this chapter and fixing my grammar mistakes.
Second, to the people who have commented on the first chapter and even sent me feedback and messages on my email. Thank you so much.
Third, to the people who tells me that me and my story suck, that I'm gay and all other craps. Thank you too. Please keep on hating.
You all inspire me to become a much better writer... and also a much better slacker at work.
P.S.
Always remember this is all just fiction.]
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Chapter II: Amicus
"Settle down everyone. Class is about to start" the old and balding white teacher from earlier told everyone in the class; which made the laughter die down to my relief. Everyone then started settling back to their places and sitting down to their seats. Just as I was about to do the same, however, the teacher pointed to me and said, "Since you're already standing, and you're new in the class, why don't you introduce yourself, young man?"
The people in the class all stared at me. Some of them had neutral expressions especially the hippies sitting at the back. Some of them on the other hand were snickering at me, no doubt because of the recent incident concerning my private part. I decided to ignore them all for the moment as I cleared my throat and started introducing myself.
"My name is—"
"BONER KID!" interrupted the black guy with cornrows from before which merited a high-five from one of his buddies. This drew a raucous chortling from everyone in the class much to my embarrassment, and to the displeasure of the teacher.
"Later at my office Mr. Jones", the stern teacher scolded.
The African-American then tried to plead back, "Come on Mr. Wickman, I was just joking", but to no avail.
"And I am not, Mr. Jones", the school teacher retorted.
"But we have basketball practice—"
"You should have thought of that earlier then."
"Fuck" was the last word I heard the student mutter, as he was being consoled by his buddy Marcus. I was then asked by Mr. Wickman to continue my speech. Again, I cleared my throat and then started speaking.
"Hello everyone, you can all call me James. I came from a small town in Nebraska..."
This time I found it much to easier to speak as no one dared to interrupt, for fear of reprisal from the teacher.
"Wow, detention sure does work wonders at any school", I thought to myself.
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"Can anyone here define for me, what is Chemistry? Anyone?" the bespectacled chemistry teacher asked the class and waited for anyone to answer.
Much to his annoyance, no one even tried. This left him no choice but to answer his own question.
"Well, Chemistry is the study of the composition of..."
I didn't really pay much attention to the teacher, really. As he kept discussing to the class, my attention was transfixed on Marcus and the ivory-skinned, hot, red-headed girl he was with. They were sitting a couple of rows ahead of me on my left, but I could still see them very clearly. Both of them were doing inappropriate things while the class was going on. There were even a couple of guys who were staring at them like me, but Marcus and the girl didn't seem to notice, or probably just didn't care.
The black man's right hand was inside the girl's jeans and seemed to be petting something.
"Damn, he's fingering her", I thought to myself.
The girl it seemed, was trying to concentrate hard on the lecture but couldn't. She then stared at Marcus and tried to say something, but he just grinned at her and continued touching her. This went for a few minutes, until the girl's face contorted into a look of lust, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes. She then covered her mouth with her hands then buried her face on the table soon after, as if trying to conceal the fact that she came in a midst of pleasure.
"Ms. Hartman is something wrong?" the teacher asked, due to noticing the girl's strange behavior.
The girl upon hearing this quickly sat back up properly, then replied as if nothing happened.
"Um, nothing sir. It's just a bit hot in here, that's all."
The teacher looked at the girl quizzically at first as if sensing something, but decided to just ignore it. He then wrote on the whiteboard and resumed his lesson. The ginger-haired girl then threw a soft punch to Marcus shoulder and muttered something, to which he replied something back while grinning.
"Damn", I said to myself.
I was jealous at Marcus. First, he had Mimi, the hot Asian chick, and now this girl. The guy was quite popular with the ladies, and hot ones at that.
"I hear you, brotha", a classmate of mine who was sitting beside me, with shaved head and who was also an African-American heard me say.
He had his arms crossed under his chin while laying his head on the table. It seemed to me he also watched the naughty scene a while ago.
"The name's Chris by the way, Chris Johnson", he introduced himself while lazily offering his right hand for a handshake, while it was still dug under his chin.
"James Smith, nice to meet you", I shook his hand and replied back.
I totally ignored the lecture and just decided to talk to him, first out of boredom, and second because he was the first person who was friendly to me. I asked him about the "Ins and Out" in the school. You know, the unwritten and unofficial rules that the school have, but is not listed in the school's curriculum, if you catch my drift.
For example, I asked about the various cliques in the school, the social rankings, people to avoid, and the hottest girls in campus- typical teenage boys stuff. I even found out that he plays as a point guard for the basketball team, although as a reserve player. Regarding the people to avoid, he told me that there were two groups who were most dangerous and which I should try my best not to encounter and go up against.
The first group was the 'El Diablillo Rojos' or the Little Red Devils, a high-school offshoot of the infamous 'El Diablo Rojos', a Mexican gang widely known for extortion, drug trafficking, kidnapping women and then prostituting them. The second group, which I was a bit surprised to find out because of their popularity with women and because of their status as athletes, was Marcus' group, who were mostly from the basketball team.
"Aren't you supposed to be one of them?" I asked Chris figuring that since he is part of the team, he was also a member of Marcus' group.
To which he replied, "Nah bro, they're assholes" nonchalantly.
