After fleeing from that weird guy in the hallway, I finally make it to my first class. I'm about fifteen minutes late which is good. First impressions were important. I didn't want the teacher thinking I would be on time everyday.

I step into the room, and instantly thirty sets of eyes are looking me up and down. I approach the desk, and hand the teacher my pass. He's bald, and his head was impeccably shiny. Did he oil is head? I could nearly see my reflection in it.

"I'm Mr. Phillips. What's your name?" He greeted.

"Casey." I mutter, resisting the urge to slap the top of his head. What kind of sound would it make?

"Great. Just take a seat wherever. I'll assign you your text book at the end of class. For now just take notes."

The tables held two occupants, and none of them were completely empty. I picked one in the back of the room, not bothering to really notice the boy in the seat next to mine as I plop my stuff down.

"Hi," the boy whispered, his green orbs looking into mine. He had a playful smirk on his face. "I'm Dylan Dover. Most people call me Double D."

"Oh like in Ed, Edd n Eddy?" I inquire.

"No," he deadpanned.

"Uh, cool I guess. I'm Casey," I began taking an empty notebook out of my bag. Mr. Phillips had begun writing stuff on the board as he lectured.

"How was your morning?" Dylan asked.

"Uhh, it , uhh, was interesting. I tripped on my not so trusty crocs" I say showing my beautiful croc, "and ran into this guy that glared at me until I walked away." I finished.

"What'd he look like, i might know him." Dylan gave my Crocs a disapproving look.

"He had dark blue eyes and he had a brown mop of curls on his head. And he was tall." I told him.

Dylan's green eyes widened, "Isaac Tucker? That definitely does not sound like him. He's a big softie"

"It sure didn't seem like it," I replied.

"Well you should be careful of who you befriend here, these hoes wildin. When there's too much drama at school, all you gotta do is walk awayeeayeeay~" Dylan sang.

"You did NOT just quote one of my favorite vines." I snorted.

"Oh but i did," Dylan laughed.

"Winston, Dover, be quiet!" Mr.clean hissed.

Me and Dylan giggled and whispered for the rest of the class.

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The bell rang throughout the school, sounding like gospel to the student's ears. Everyone rushed to pack up and leave the horrid classroom.

"The bell does not dismiss you, I do!" Mr. Clean yelled.

Everyone stopped in their tracks and sat down groaning.

Mr.clean waited a solid five seconds before announcing, "You all are dismissed."

Everyone rushed out before they could get another lecture by the teacher, including Dylan and me.

"What class do you have next?" Dylan broke the silence that surrounded him and I.

"Algebra," I answered.

"Well shit, we don't have next block together, I have World History next. Good luck," Dylan rooted for me as we parted ways.

The next two classes were long and monotonous. After Algebra I had World History. Now I'm headed to Gym. Oh Lord, help me.

As I walked into the gymnasium, my nose was greeted with the smell of sweat and teenage must. Disgusting.

As I was making my way to the bleachers, my eyes were blessed with the sight of Dylan. When I looked to his left I saw that weird guy from earlier. Isaac or whatever.

I ascended the bleachers gracefully. Or so I thought until the bleachers were suddenly in my face. This has got to be a joke.

Some guy walked to me and said, "You should tie your shoes, don't want you falling for anyone else." He winked.

"They are my crocs," I huffed out as I tried to scramble up. Once I finally situated myself I continued my climb up the bleachers to Dylan and Isaac.

"That looked like an enjoyable trip," Dylan teased as I sat down next to him.

"Shut up, we will not speak of that." I said back, looking toward him and making eye contact with Isaac. He quickly grimaced and looked away. Damn, did I really look that bad? I ran a hand through my hair. Maybe it was a little frizzy.

Gym was okay. Dylan and I talked for a while. I was issued my uniform. And Dylan invited me to my first highschool party on Friday after the football game.

My first, real party. I was ready to get hammered.