The only exception

chapter 3

He has a face piercing on his top cheekbone and a lip like me along with a black hoop in his nose. He has fluffy black hair that falls in his face and a jawline that could cut you. His bottom lip is bigger than his top. His eyebrows are perfectly symmetrical and his lips are plump. He looks tired he looks sad and lost.

"Watch out Jesus do you have eyes?" His face curls up in disgust he adjusts his bag and starts walking away.

What's his deal this is my fucking door my fucking car who does he think he is?

"Why don't you watch out and not walk so close to my fucking car dumbass" I yell louder than intended. This day is already going to be shit. He stops and looks at me then turns back around.

I slam my door click my keys twice to lock my car and walk up the hill to the school. I plug in my headphones ready to block out the world.

I check what classes I have today English, Psychology and Stats. Then after I'm working in the library which I'm actually excited for.

I find my English class and choose to sit in the back.

The teacher is the definition of what an English teacher would be. Long skirts collard shirts glasses with a beaded chain, purple eyeshadow, pink lipstick and her hair in a knot in her head. Mrs Jones is sweet maybe too sweet I don't think she stopped smiling for the duration of the 60 minutes.

She's cute in a nerdy way her classroom is covered with posters of books and posters about different flowers and butterflies. She must like nature. I'm
actually looking forward to this class so when the bell rings I frown. I'm majoring in English so I better like this class.

Second period psychology my favorite class so far even though it's only second period. This class might be the reason I'm going to come to school. The kids are quiet well behaved no obnoxious preppies in sight. I sit in the back per usual since there's a limited number of kids there isn't anyone who sits by me. It's awesome. Mrs Mel is the name of the teacher she's nice very direct and to the point. I like how she teaches she expects you to behave like an adult.Kids sigh when they hear her expectations but I smile I like her a lot. She's a bad ass.

She's young maybe early 30's she has short black hair and fringe straight across.She has an Spanish accent and big plump lips covered in deep red lipstick like a bratz doll. She has dark eyes almost black and long lashes I can see from the back of the class. She's beautiful with her high cheekbones and hourglass figure. She looks so powerful and confident her face not giving off any emotion. Every guys eyes are on her glued to her. I look over to some guy covering his crouch with his hand. Pig what a pig.

Her class has metal tables with stools and pictures of brains and human bodies everywhere. The classroom is cold since it's on the last floor which could be equivalent to the basement. She goes over the rules and criteria for the year then the bell rings cutting her off. Im sad I have to leave I feel safe here. I'm the last one out and she looks at me and gives me small smirk I give one back.

My third and last class of the day Stats. I grown as I walk in I'm a little early so I head to the back to sit down. I failed math two twice in high school so that's why I'm barely taking Stats.

This time the teacher is a guy my stomach clenches. I'd rather have all female teachers but that's unlikely to happen. Some girl sits by me she has long blonde hair and dark blue eyes a shade I've never seen before. She seems to be quiet so she don't be a bother to me. I wonder why she chose to sit by me it's not like I look friendly.

I use to have friends once upon a time I wasn't always a loner. I had a best-friend since kindergarten her name was Ivy but I don't know if you could call us besties it just seemed natural since we knew each other for so long. We hung out and everything but it was a one sided friendship. We didn't grow up hanging out everyday and doing everything together like normal best friends do.