Starting Over

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

All of my classes so far are surprisingly interesting. And I mean all of them. There is something weird with all of my teachers. And I thought Mr. Porter was weird. Turns out he is not the strangest one there. That award would have to go Mr. Physowhittes; my science teacher. I have heard rumors that he once burned down the whole science wing. No wonder its looks like it just stepped out of a magazine, because the rest of the school is a complete dump.

Now its lunch time and I am standing in line with my tray. Chase is right in front of me. Turns out, we pretty much have all of our classes together. Except gym. Although I am pretty sure he is gay, I mean who likes Hannah Montana? And even more who would sing Hannah Montana in the hallway randomly? Okay, besides me. Who would?

"Jezz? Jezz? JIZZ!!" Chase says while waving a hand in front of me.

"Holy shit, what did you just call me? Do you have a wish for me to kick your ass or something, cause buddy I don't mind kicking your ass in fact it could go down right now."

"Hey! I had to get your attention somehow. You were spacing out on me. Geez. Now come on." Chase says while leading me to a table that is filled with a bunch of boys and girls.

Oh god more socializing. Damn, I hope there is not another dog over there. I swear to god, I will make someone cry. I am not in the mood to be barked at.

"Hey guys this is Jezzabell" Chase says while sitting down.

"Call me Jezz, but if you say Jizz. I will be authorized to kick your ass" I say while making eye contact with everyone.

One girl with blond hair starts to laugh and says "Chase where did you find this one? I like her already. Names Ava."

"I picked her up at McDonalds on the way to school." Chase says.

"Hey! I do not like McDonalds. I like Burger King, so he picked me up at Burger King." I say.

"Wow, you are one of a kind aren't you?" A guy with brown hair asks.

"And you are?" I ask in a bored voice. Psht. Like I am going to remember their real names. I should come up with some nicknames for them. I should call Chase ballerina. I mean he may look like Justin Bieber but I could just imagine him singing Baby and do a ballerina routine.

"Max Thomas." He says.

"He's related to Eli. Your favorite buddy" Chase says while nudging me in the side.

"YOU ARE RELATED TO THE ALPHA DOUCHE?" I practically scream.

"So I take it you've met." He says while smiling.

"Unfortunately he greeted me right when I stepped out of my car."