Chapter 4

Evan's POV

So there I was at the popular kids' table, not by my own will, either. Seriously - Waeland had picked me up bridal style, sat down, and held me down in his lap. I struggled and writhed, trying desperately to get out of his arms, but he had a death grip on me.

Did anyone find this weird or suspicious? Was this normal for him? I guessed it had to be, because no one had questioned it.

"So, who's the new guy?" One of the girls at the table asked. She was quite pretty, her long, curly blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled under the bright lights on the ceiling.

"Yeah, and why are you holding him in your lap and not me?" another of the girls pouted. She had long, straight brown hair and matching eyes. Her skin was flawless, just like the rest of the people at this table, not a single red mark or blemish. “Oh, wait, is that the guy that's always glaring at everyone for no reason?!"

Waeland smiled and nodded in response. “This is Evan, but I’m sure you guys have heard his name around at some point.” Everyone at the table nodded, knowing he was right. I knew people talked about me, although I never knew what they were talking about exactly. I never cared enough to listen.

It's not like their stupid gossip would bother me anyway. I wouldn't change because of people who didn't like me. That was their problem, not mine.

"So, are you guys friends now or something?" A guy next to us asked. He was good-looking just like the rest of the people at the table and I was pretty sure he was on the football team, too. He had messy dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes, not to mention his well built body… 

“We are not friends,” I argued, before Waeland chimed in.

“He’s in denial,” He said with a smug grin as I rolled my eyes. Yeah right, you’re the one that's delusional thinking we are friends, I thought, crossing my arms, still unable to get out of Waeland’s - stupid strong - grip.

"So you decided to add another popular guy to our group?" another girl asked. She was just as pretty as the other two with wavy, platinum blonde hair, so you could at least tell the difference between her and the other blonde. She also had clear sky blue eyes.

“Yeah, why not?” Waeland said with a shrug, though he was clearly amused. I was not.

"Awesome! Hi, my name's Brittney, this is Jenna," the platinum-blonde girl said and pointed to the girl on her left with brown hair. "And this is Kylee," she said, pointing to the girl on her right, the one with blonde hair and they both waved and said a polite "hi".

I grumbled, "Hi... But I'm not joining your group. If you haven't noticed, I'm here against my will..." I then shot a glare up at Waeland, who was still holding me down.

He just smiled innocently. You are not innocent, I thought to myself.

"I'm Garret, and this is Jonah," said the guy with dirty blonde hair. He patted Jonah's back, who was beside him, as he spoke.

Sup man, nice to have you here," Jonah chuckled as he watched me struggle against Waeland's arms. He had black hair and blue eyes, black and blue always go together for some reason. I swear, was everyone at this table a model?

"Let me go you son of a-" A hand covered my mouth, the rest of my sentence left to be mumbled. I glared and licked said hand.

"Gross, why'd you do that?" Waeland complained as he removed his hand, then wiped it on my sleeve, giving me my germs back.

"Because you're annoying," I glared at him and I heard the girls giggling. I took the opportunity from him being distracted with my saliva to jump up from his lap and make a run for the cafeteria doors.

"Hey, don't run away! Come back!" the jerk called, but I didn't stop. In the background, I could hear one of the girls complain that he was giving me more attention than her. I rolled my eyes. Girls. Always jealous for no reason.

I left the lunchroom, relieved no one had chased me down. Sighing, I leaned against the wall behind me while I waited for the lunch bell to ring.

I stayed like that for a minute or two until someone came out of the lunchroom and walked up to me.

I didn't even have to look to know who it was. "I swear to god Waeland, if you don't leave me alone, I will sock you in your pretty face!"

"Oh? You think he's pretty?" The familiar, yet unfamiliar, voice chuckled. I then turned my head to see one of the males from a few minutes ago. Oh shit, it was Garry. Wait, I meant Garret.

"Oh. I thought you were-" 

"Yeah, I know who you thought I was," he interrupted. I glared at him, because that was kind of rude.

"What do you want?" I ask, irritated that no one would just leave me alone.

He shrugged, "I came to ask you a question."

"Hurry up," I demanded, wanting him to leave. 

"Are you and Waeland going out?" It took me a few minutes to register his question and my face heated up.

"Wh-what the-?! No! H-hell no! Why would I date that guy?" I told him, confused and slightly embarrassed.

I never get embarrassed, what's wrong with me lately?

"So you are into guys?" he asked with this weird look in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand.

"Um... No? I mean... Maybe, I don't know. I've never dated anyone, so I wouldn't know." This guy was giving me this weird feeling, just like the red-head. But something about him was just… off. 

"How about you find out with me?" Garret asked and I blinked. Then I blinked again.

“What?”

"How about you find out with me?" He repeated and I just blinked at him a few times. Was this guy serious?

"Uh, no thanks. I don't care for dating, nor do I want to find out about it," I stated. I did not want to go on a date with him, or anyone for that matter, but definitely not someone I just met. He then took a step closer to me, and since I was against the wall, I had nowhere to go.

"C'mon, it'll be fun and it can be our little secret." He winked at me. I stared at him, not knowing how to respond to him being so invasive and in my personal bubble. If he got any closer, I was going to hit him.

"I said no, now get away from me before I punch you." I snarled at him, hating how close he was then. He just chuckled and inched closer to me as if this was some game and his goal was to piss me off.

"Will you really punch me?" He teased as he ran a hand up my side. It was on instinct that my hand went flying into his gut and he doubled over. "What the hell? What's your problem!" Garret yelled, causing a few people to come out of the cafeteria to check out the situation.

Standing up, he pushed me against the wall and grabbed the collar of my shirt and his hand balled up into a fist. His entire demeanor had completely changed from what it was just a moment ago.

"Fight, fight, fight!" Kids chanted as a group had formed around us. Teenagers are savages. Why would someone encourage a fight? Not that I was against it - I was completely ready to kick this guy’s butt.

"You started it by coming on to me," I growled in his face. I then heard an all too familiar voice. 

"What's going on?" Waeland asked, pulling Garret away from me.

"This fucking fag-!" It was then that I couldn't take it anymore. All of my anger and frustration built up and I just couldn't take it. I punched Garret straight in the nose, resulting in a loud crack. I heard several gasps and a few people even called out some not-so-nice things. But he did that to himself, he used a word that shouldn’t be used.

Waeland's face was one of pure shock. Like he wasn't expecting me to hit him. Especially not his friend. But slowly, it turned into a smirk.

Garret was bent over, holding his nose, screaming every curse word in the book. Jonah and Jenna then came running over and asked if he was alright. Jenna led him to the nurse's office and Jonah grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"What'd you do that for, man!?" he yelled, which only made my hands form into fists again, preparing to hit him and dammit was I ready. However, Waeland pulled him off of me before anything could happen. 

"It was Garret's fault, back off Jonah." Jonah did as Waeland said, but he still looked pissed. Jonah huffed and left after Jenna and Garret.

Shoot. How did I not think of this before? I was going to be in big trouble. I was probably going to be suspended for this! I slammed my fist into the wall and a burst of pain shot through my hand and up my arm, but I didn’t care. I had to let my frustrations out somehow.

"What'd you do that for? Still needed to punch something?" Waeland asked with a bit of concern in his voice.

"This sucks…! This is why I don't talk to people. They piss me off…" I mumbled, mainly to myself. Waeland moved closer to me and gently grabbed my wrist to examine my hand. This time though, I didn’t feel the urge to hit anyone. I didn’t even feel annoyed.

"I'm sorry about him. I know he can be a jerk. And I'm sorry that he caused you trouble," he told me in a gentle tone.

I scoffed, "Why are you sorry? Shouldn't you be mad at me for hitting your friend?" Waeland's expression shifted, even if only for a split second, I caught it. He looked slightly angry and kind of sad, cold even. But not at me. 

I quickly shook away the thought, though. I didn't need to know anything about him, and I didn't want to get any more involved with him than I already was. 

"Yeah, I guess I should, but I know he was in the wrong. I saw the whole thing." I looked at him, befuddled. He saw the whole thing? He should have stepped in sooner then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

Waeland stepped away from me and then turned to the small crowd that was still watching. "Alright, everyone, the show's over! Get out of here." And, as if he was their king or something, everyone obeyed, proceeding to disperse and go back totheir food in the cafeteria. "C'mon we need to get you to the nurse. Your hand must hurt from punching to the wall. You should really learn to control your anger. You hurt Garret pretty bad and I'm pretty sure his stomach is going to have one hell of a bruise, too."

I sighed and followed Waeland to the nurse’s office. I knew how to control my anger. Most of the time, anyway. But, because I couldn’t this time, I’m going to have to deal with the principal. Yay, I’m so excited.