Stay Strong
Chapter 16
Greyson's P.O.V.
Walking into the school I'm not very nervous. What the worse they're going to do? Hit me? Been through that. But then I look at Clara. It's worse on her, I can take getting hurt, but not Clara. She's hurting enough. Many girl's stare at me and I shift my weight uncomfortably. I never really got this much attention at my other school. Then I notice there staring at Clara and I's interlocked hands. We ignore the questioning mutters, no doubt everyone in this school knows, and walk into the office. I get my scheduale and notice I have English, Lunch and Geometry with her. Seeings that both of us take academic everything, it was innevitable we would share some classes. I get my locker number, I wasn't as lucky with that. We are completly different sides of the school. I leave the office and quickly un-load my books into the locker. We have the same program at my school so I don;t have to catch up on anything and the text books don't change. I keep English in my bag as Clara waits for me. After that we walk down to the English room which is near Clara's locker.
"I'll get them," I say automatically when she opens her locker. She hands me them and her cheeks redden. I smile at her and we walk down the hall to the English room, talking mindlessly. I enter and we sit down beside one another in the back. A girl struts into the room and stands infront of Clara's desk just as I place her pencil case on it.
"Look who decided to show," she laughs viciously. "What? Have a heart attack?" I immediatly get the urge to slap her, because that's what happened to my mother.
"Shove it Maria," Clara says.
"And who''s this? Another cancer patient? Oh wait, he has hair." She snickers, moving her legs and standing infront of my desk instead. I stand up.
"Have something to say? Go tell one of the 5 guys you slept with last night, we're not interested." I snap. And ugly grimace forms on her face, showing just how blotchy her make-up is. I get a couple of 'ohhs' before she sits down. I slowly lower myself into the chair and the teacher walks in.
"He'll regret that," she whispers to another girl in front of me.
"Trust me, I won't." I answer for her.
"Have something to say- Mr. Ruffalo?" The teacher says, "Ahh yes, the new one."
"Yes, Greyson Ruffalo." I say bored.
"We're not going to have a probelm, now are we?"
"No, ma'am." I answer as politly as possible. I try so hard to dismiss the fire in my chest. But it's difficult.
"It's nice to see you back Clara." The teacher smiles sympathetically, then looking at me as if to say, Why are you with him? She nods and then puts her head down.
"Are you okay?" I mouth, catching her eye.
"I'm fine," she answers. But I know she's not. That's just a thing girls say. I don't fall for it. No guy does, they jsut find it easier to dismiss a problem than face it head-on.
"Now back to verbs," she says.
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