Hopeless

One- Lucas

Lucas had always believed people could be slipped in categories. The nerds, jocks, geeks, and new found duffs. But he had always been able to easily put them into the two that mattered most. Good, and bad. That was basically his philosophy. One sight he put them in one. Most times he was right. Of course that all changed.

I looked at my schedule again. This was it first day, and I now will be known as the kid who couldn't remember his schedule. It was a lie though. I knew the schedule like Texas. This was just something I was doing to make sure no one talked to me. They would know I was reading and didn't want to be bothered.

The halls were empty in the private school, but it was only first period. My hand was inches from he door knob when I just stopped. My hands were clammy, and I also didn't want to be the kid with Niagara Falls for hands. I rubbed the sweat off my palms. Smile, no smile? Which do I enter with. For one I didn't want to look like I was so excited to be here. Two I also didn't want to seem like the Terminator. There was no in-between, because I didn't want to look like I belonged in the Evil Dead. I shuddered at the thought. I had watched it last night, and sure the make up for the special effects was bad, doesn't mean it didn't scare the shit out of me.

Wiggling my shoulders around I opened the door know to the door. The teacher stopped mid lecture, and I wanted to abort. I could do it, just say I was lost. Who even needs school anyway? Maybe I'll just live in a box. Before my plan was fully formed the teacher asked "Who are you?"

I swallowed all my fear down and handed him the slip. "Lucas Friar" I said. Thank god the accent didn't come out. With any other word I sound just like any other teenager. My name came out like I was bathed in a country accent at birth. I don't even know if you could even be bathed with an accent?

The teacher looked at my slip a minute before he said anything. He gave me back the slip. The weight in my chest was relived, sorry Atlas  looks like you're now alone in the weight baring of the world department. "Take a seat near Mr. Minkus" he said.

A kid that had light brown hair put his hand up. The seat next to him was empty. I walked to the seats as the kids stared at me. What the hell was wrong with me, or so interesting? I sat down, and set my bag by my feet. "Farkle" the kid next to me leaned over and said.

"Lucas" I told him.

"I would shake hands but Mr. Dragna scares me" he said. I just nodded my head, and watched as the teacher called someone out on there grades. It sounds like he was trying to be quiet, but he spoke very loudly. I returned Farkle's stared and we nodded he. The bell rang, and I got up from my desk.

Farkle stuck his hand out. "To make up for earlier" he said. I shook his hand. The class was half empty already. "Where's your locker?"

"Number 45" I said.

"That's near mine follow me" he said. I grabbed my bag, and headed out. "Here's yours and mine" he said. His locker was right across from mine.

"Thanks for the help" I told him, and loaded my many binders in locker. My locker had a stray sticker that looked like Hello Kitty was flipping me off. In my mind I shrugged it off. It adds character to it. Grabbing my binder to my next class. I walked over to Farkle as he unloaded his stuff, and loaded.

"First private school" he asked.

"What gives it away" I asked him.

"The vibe" he said. Farkle's locker had a ton of pictures in it. Posters for bands like the Grateful dead, Doors, and the Pixies?

"The Pixies" I asked.

"I think they're great and in my opinion they started a great road for alternative bands" Farkle said.

I raised my hands in surrender "I'm just saying. What's your next class anyway?"

It took Farkle a minute to think of it "English Ms. Harper" he said.

"I think I have that class also" I said, and looked at my schedule to make sure. "I do."

"We still have a few minutes, but it's not enough for a tour" Farkle said. "I'll do it at lunch."

"That's..." my sentence trailed off as I saw her. She had brown hair that was french braided on one side, and her hair hung on her shoulder with a hair tie keeping it in. She wore the school uniform, but it looked like it was purposefully made for her. The girl was with two other one.

One was blonde with her hair loosely curled wearing the same uniform. She had the same black blazer with the crest. The same skirt, and button up shirt. Same knee socks. It was still the same. She linked arms with the brunette girl.

The next girl had dark skin with brown eyes. Curly dark hair. The same uniform. They stopped at the brunette girls locker. A guy with light brown hair wrapped his arms around the girl waist kissing her on the cheek. "That's Riley and her boyfriend Hayden" Farkle said, and closed his locker door.

"Do you know her by-"

"Stop, don't even think about it" Farkle said.

Riley smiled and turned around kissing her boyfriend. "Why" I asked.

"Because every guy, and a few girls have already thought what you're thinking. I can't be friends with any guy, and you're new meaning you haven't dated her. You know what that means?"

"I haven't date her" I answered a little confused.

"My point, follow along Mr.Friar. Now before Hayden there was Carlos, before that was...well it's a long list. They were my friends then they disappeared because she broke up with them. Most guys hang out with me because I A) know her or B) she broke up with them, and they want her back. friendships aren't supposed to have rules, but this one will Riley is off limits" Farkle said, and we sat down.

"Is this seat taken" I asked Farkle.

"Probably, but I don't think Cassie will mind" Farkle said. I made conversation with him. Knowing what his favorite bands were, and tv shows. Riley walked in with the blonde girl.

"So who's the blonde" I asked.

"That girl is Maya Hart. Partner in crime to Riley Matthews" he answered. After that the bell rang and our phones went off at once. A teacher walked in with her phone in hand.

"I'm a little disappointed my students haven't turned there phones off" she said. "But all is forgiven."

"This teacher seems a little better than our first period" I said.

"Definitely, you missed when she taught us with comic books" Farkle said.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of time, it was an age of wisdom, it was a time of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we have nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. There's more but I don't want to bore you to death" she said. "Farkle do you know where this is from?"

"A Tale of Two Cities" Farkle asked.

"Very good, and Riley what's your interpretation of this quote?"

Riley stopped talking to Maya, and she had a pencil in her hand. Her legs facing Maya criss crossed. The rest of her body facing the front. "The quote to me is that there is both two of everything. Good and bad. Hope and despair. Everything has an opposite and we all experience both in one moment" Riley said.

"Thank you" Ms. Harper said. She went on about how the book has many themes, and plot. I already did this at my old school. We had to do a report on it. I stared at Riley as she was randomly scribbling in her journal. For a minute I saw something with her. This flash of sadness swept across her face, and she quickly covered it up. She had her palm support her head, and she turned her head to me. I looked down at my paper. I looked to see if she wasn't staring anymore. She was talking to Maya.

Hello welcome to my story of Hopeless. If you enjoyed this story comment or vote either is fine. I really do like writing this story and I have some other parts in my drafts but this is a test run for the story.