If I could explain school in two words, that would be painfully boring. I usually don't care but after that surprising visit from the infamous Caleb Post, going to class seems like a letdown now. After playing my feelings out, I thought this boy would leave my mind, but no Caleb post is evading my mind. I tried to focus on my classes, but my thoughts kept drifting to the boy with the grey eyes and bright smile. So I decided to pull my mind from Caleb and scribbled some musical notes to a song I had been writing. I didn't know how focused I was because I didn't even notice Mrs. Green, my teacher walking up to me. She lightly tapped my desk, pulling me from my music.

 

"Steven, I am all for people pursuing their passions, but I would appreciate it if you focus on that passion outside my class, please," Mrs. Green said.

 

"S- sorry, Mrs. Green," I said, closing the book. She gave me a small smile and walked toward the front of the class, resuming the lesson. After ten minutes had passed, the bell rang, and I gathered my thing and rushed out the door waving at Mrs. Green, who gave me a warm smile. Mrs. Green was never a strict teacher, but when it came down to essential things, she got serious even though I am acing 11th grade English. As I rushed out the door with my mind going a thousand miles a minute, I didn't notice a foot sticking out, making me trip and fall onto the floor with all my books falling out of my bag. So I moved up from the floor, settling on my knees. I started grabbing my books when I heard someone laughing behind me.

 

"You know, I think you look better on a floor like this," I turned my head and grimaced. Then, of course, it was Thomas who tripped me. Thomas Steel was one of the jocks on the football team and my number-one tormentor. I never knew what I did to make Thomas hate me so much, but it seems he always goes out of his way to torment me. So I rolled my eyes and started to pick up my books, shoving them into my bag. When I reached for my music book, Thomas placed his big expensive shoe on it. I gave it a slight tug, but the dumb oaf didn't let go. So I sighed, looking up at him, and he looked down at me, smirking.

 

"Can you move your foot?" I said, and that smirk on his stupid face grew wider.

 

"I don't think so, loser. It's trash like you," Thomas said, grinding his foot in my book. I could say something, but the man is 6'1 and 207 pounds. He would crush my 5'6 and 120-pound self. I would say this looks like a David and Goliath situation, but in this situation, David dies from goliath.

 

"Hey, get off the book, stupid!" I sighed in relief when I heard my best friend. Tia walked up to us, looked down at the book, and then snapped her gaze back at Thomas. Tia maybe 5'4, but her confidence makes her the same height as Thomas. I swear the anger in that girl can make a man cry, and Thomas was looking pretty close.

 

"This isn't your business Tia. Don't you have a class to go to?" Thomas said, breaking her intense eye contact. Tia huffed, grabbing Thomas's shirt and pulling it down it meet her eye level.

 

"I don't like repeating myself, so if I have to repeat it, I am putting your head through a wall. Now get your foot off his book. NOW!" She screamed in his face, making him jump and stumbled back, releasing my book. I swiped my book, looked down at the book, and the big oaf left his footprint on my book. I huffed, looking up at Tia. She looked at my book and snapped up to her, and the guy flinched.

 

"If I see- no, if I hear you were bullying my friend, I will come after you, and I will break not one but both of your legs," Tia said. Most people will think she is not serious, but Tia is not just talk she is actual action.

 

"Y- you wouldn't do that. You can get expelled," Thomas said, and Tia walked over to him.

 

"Let me catch you bullying, my friend. Now go," She said, and Thomas only nodded and practically ran away. Tia turned to me and scrambled to my feet, and she slowly approached me, reaching down, grabbing my bag throwing it my way.

 

"S- sorry," I muttered. I feel like a loser; I have to rely on my friend to help me with my bullies. I heard her sigh, and she placed a hand on my shoulder and hugged me.

 

"You idiot. You don't have to say sorry I am glad that it didn't escalate," Tia said, and I tensed up. I know Tia is worried, but Thomas is not him.

 

"I- I'm fine. I am going to go to the music room and get my mind off things," I said, pulling away. Tia pouted and punched me in the arm.

 

"Don't you dare act like that," Tia said, stomping her foot. When she acts like this, I feel grateful to have a best friend like her.

 

"I am not acting like anything; I just have some songs I wanna try out," I said, rubbing my arm.

 

"Fine, you want me to come? I can miss class," Tia said.

 

"No, it is fine. I don't want your dad yelling at me because you missed class…again," I said, and she pouted again.

 

"Fine, we are still down for movie night tonight," Tia said.

 

"Yup, my mom said it was cool to come with you to practice after school," I said, and Tia's eyes lit up.

 

"Okay, I'll meet you in the music room after class," Tia said before turning on her heels and rushing to class. I tried to hold in a laugh as I watched her practically skip away. I never understood how a third-degree black belt could go from a murderous rage monster to a happy ball of energy that skips through the school halls. So I shook my head and made my way to the music room.