𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟏. ♛

[Brian P.O.V.]

People are saying that some new kid is adding on to our class. Whoever it is- I hope they survive because our class sure is a hell hole.

❝hey...Mary!❞ I whispered. ❝hmm?❞ She averted her head to me. ❝who's the new kid coming? Like- their name.❞ I asked. Mary shrugged, ❝why do you think I know?❞

❝-because people were telling you all about the kid and I just figured-.❞

❝Brian...really?❞ she gave me a blank expression. ❝yes really, Mary.❞ I put my hand under my chin.

❝everyone! This is Roger Taylor.❞ The teacher smiled.

A boy with long, blonde hair came in. When he stopped and turned, his azure eyes stood out the most. Roger had on a black and white striped shirt, and jeans. He showed a shy smile, then looked down at his white shoes.

The teacher whispered something in his ear. He nodded and did as she instructed: to sit at an empty desk.

All of the empty ones were in the back since she thought that we should be in the front and we wouldn't give a damn about learning.

He completed the third row anyways. Everyone watched as he sat down and got settled.

❝is everyone ready to start the day?❞

Everyone slowly bobbed their head.

She clapped, ❝alright. I'm ready to start this lesson.❞

Everyone was so confused on why Mrs. Thomas was so- happy.

More like extra to me.

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❝you can actually sit right next to Isabella. Isabella, raise your hand.❞ Mr. Brown told. She lifted her hand up, ❝right here.❞

Roger smiled, then came walking down the aisle. She moved her backpack so he could sit.

It seems like he smiles at everything- every time. That smile won't come off of his face. It's like he perked his lips up, glued them, and let it be.

Once he sat down, Isabella began talking away.

❝once Roger gets situated, you all can get with your partners and finish up your projects.❞ Mr. Brown clapped his hands together. ❝-and Brian?❞

I looked up from the table, ❝yeah?❞

❝since you work alone, Roger will be your partner.❞

❝fun.❞ I raised my eyebrows. ❝alright students. You may go to your partner and finish experimenting whatever it is you're working on.❞

Everyone scrambled from their seats to their- basically best friend and began working.

Roger nervously glanced around, confused on who I or Brian was.

❝Roger.❞ I called out. His head immediately averted to me. I motioned him to come to me. He grabbed his backpack and took a seat next to me. ❝as you know, I'm Brian.❞ I cracked a small smile.

He grinned back, then just sat there awkwardly. ❝I'll be back with the project I'm working on.❞ Roger simply bobbed his head.

I headed over to my tray, grabbed it, and set it on the table. I put on my glasses—I preferred those because goggles just made me look weird—and my gloves. ❝I may look like an alien right now, but it- it's alright.❞

Roger huffed out a chuckle. ❝oh yeah. I'll get you some goggles and gloves too.❞ I went up to the front of the room, grabbed the materials, and gave them to Roger.

I watched as Roger struggled to put on his goggles. ❝need any help?❞ He gazed at me and just put them in my hands. ❝I suppose that's a yes...❞ I loosened the belt of the goggles and gave them back.

Once he put them on, they were way too big. I just showed a grin to hold back my laugh, ❝I can tighten them up a bit.❞ He hovered the goggles over his eyes while I tightened it for him.

❝better?❞

He nodded once again.

❝so, I just want to make random things. I can make salt—which is the most easiest things to make—and now I want something to explode for the real experiment.❞

Roger's eyes went wide when I said 'explode'. ❝I just need some of the most reactive elements just to make it work.❞ I looked at the periodic table, on the alkaline earth metals column.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Roger open his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

❝maybe sodium and potassium put into water may work...❞ I shrugged.

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❝there's a new student in my class.❞ I informed, sitting down at my refectory table who included: John and Freddie. ❝-and who may that be??❞ Freddie lifted a brow. ❝Roger Tyler-Toyer- something like that.❞ I opened my lunch.

❝what does he look like? Is he good looking?❞ Freddie started to be curious by looking around. ❝he's somewhere around here...❞ I moved my head around a lot of people, finally spotting the boy. ❝over there.❞ I motioned my head in the direction.

He couldn't figure out which direction I gestured at, ❝over where??❞

❝over there!❞

❝where?!❞ He stood up and glanced around. I stood up and put my arm around his shoulder. I turned him to where I was looking, ❝here!❞

❝who? Mary??❞

❝I'd slap you- RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!❞ I had to point. ❝I still see Ma- Ohhhh! That blonde boy??❞

I looked at John in annoyance. His grin grew as he shrugged. ❝yes Freddie. That blonde kid.❞

❝oh...❞ Freddie sat down, ❝he's no better than Jim.❞ He began to eat his lunch. ❝you still like Jim?❞ I questioned. ❝uh- yeah. Since the Aztec era.❞

❝that's cute.❞ John smiled at Freddie. ❝why thank you John. The one who supports me while this bastard-,❞ Freddie looked at me, ❝slacks to show some love.❞

I picked up my sandwich and took another bite, ❝I bet that kid is nice.❞

❝why do you keep calling him a kid?❞ Freddie asked, with his mouth filled with food. ❝everyone acts like a kid here. I'm so used to calling everyone kid, I even call the new boy- kid.❞

John rubbed his temple, ❝what's a kid again?❞