James's POV
"I saw you paying for something at the cafeteria. It sure didn't look like you were running late to me. The boy smirks as he remarked. "I don't know what you're talking about, that wasn't me. It must've been somebody else you saw", I lie knowing full well what he's talking about.
"Don't act dumb with me, white hoodie, black sweats and blue Jordans, that was obviously you". "That could literally've been anyone else". "Nobody here dresses like that one they're first day and nobody here still eats those protein bars. Everyone knows they're infected and eating them will end you up in the hospital".
"Th-, the hospital?" I gulp after saying those two word. Many people don't really know this about me, but I'm very terrified of hospitals. I had this terrible accident when I was ten where I had both my legs dislocated from a high building and had to relocate them through surgery. It's been eight years since that incident and I've been terrified of hospitals since that day till today.
"Yeah, no kidding. I heard this one girl last year had to stay two weeks, apparently her body reacted very badly to it. Oh, and there was this new kid, people claimed was supposed to head to detention, instead went to the cafeteria and bought that very protein bar".
At this point I'm sweating bullets and my hands are shaking slightly, but not that much for someone to notice unless paying very attention. As strange as it may sound, I'm getting a strong feeling of deja vu. Feeling scared yet curious at the same time, I ask what happened to that kid.
"Well... They died". "What?" My breathing pauses and the word 'died'. "Yeah, they didn't make it to the hospital on time and died on the way". At this point my whole body goes stiff and I'm stuck staring at the asshole Infront of me.
"So, does.. does this mean that I'm... I might die as well?" I ask in a low voice. "Why are you asking that? Could it be you were at the cafeteria at bought one yourself?"
Without a second thought I nod my head yes.
"So it really was you I say at the cafeteria, and here you were lying through your teeth about it". The boy smirks as he chuckles lightly to himself and leans back against his chair, rocking it a bit at the process.
Then it dawned on me, he wasn't being serious, but just toying with me, a trap to lure the truth out of me, I let my fear get the best of me and feel right into it.
"What kind of sick joke was that, you jerk?!" 'You made me believe I'll need to go to an actual hospital! Which I still fear till this day!' I scream the rest of my statement in my head, not making them vocal to him.
"It was completely harmless and totally funny. I was so surprised that you actually believed whatever nonsense I told you. It was so obvious that even a ten year old could see through that". He starts laughing ballistics at this point as I gradually start feeling heat creep upmy face slowly heat up from the embarrassment.
I glance with the corners of my eyes to my right to look at the old Gramps. In hopes that he will defend me or tell this jackass off, whose name I still don't know given so much chemistry between us, but nothing. He's just continued sitting there. In his desk. Sorting out the textbooks. Completely ignoring our existence and acting as if he doesn't notice the situation going on and me staring bullets into his receding hairline!
I sigh inwardly deciding to get this thing over and done with. I make my way towards the seats and made sure I was at least FIVE seats away from the so called asshole. Finding a seat I sit down, fold my arms and lay my head down in hopes of sleeping to pass the remaining time of detention, but it seems like others might not agree with that idea.
I lift up my head and find a crumbled up piece of paper in front of me. I sigh as I pick it up and unfold it to see what's inside. I writing on it. The handwriting looked messy, yet beautiful at the same time. The words were written in cursive, some normal, some words would be bigger and bolder, while the smaller ones were neat and tidy. Overall the words were written in straight lines, making it look attractive, sophisticated even. It made me feel intimidated and self warry of my own handwriting. It looked like twelve year olds handwriting.
'Hey faggot how long have you been out the closet'. I stare at the piece of paper confused, expecting something to happen or someone to jump out and say they were just kidding or playing a harmless joke, but nothing. "What the hell is this"? I turn to my left to stare at the boy as if he grew a pair of two heads and four arms.
"What?" "This. Is this some kind of sick joke, cause if it is, it ain't funny". I crumble up the paper and throw it back at him, but catches it effortlessly with his hand, ticking me off.
"Why are you getting so edgy for? After all it's in your nature". "What is"? "Being gay". " Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not gay". " Of course your not, after all that's what they all say". "Then are you gay"? "..." He didn't respond to my question, but just stared at me. "That's what I thought". Serves him right, cocky bastard.
He smirks out of nowhere and leans forward on his desk, puts his left hand on top of it, while he uses his right to support his face, by placing it under his chin. "Why? You wanna ask me out?" "As if. Who on earth would want to go out with someone like the likes of you. And for the last time I'm not gay.
"Oh honey, you clearly don't know the amount of people just begging to get my attention, let alone go out with me". I rolled my eyes at his comment and made sure he saw that. "You sure are pretty cocky for a high school student, praising yourself like some celebrity", I rolled my eyes again.
"Well you aren't completely wrong, somewhat of that"."..." I stare at his face expecting to see some type of action indicating he wasn't being serious, like a smirk or something, but nothing of that sort. Instead he had a blank expression on his, no sign of sarcasm or fooling around. He actually looked serious for the first time during my conversation with him. "Are you actually a celebrity". I ask unable to stop myself from being curious to see if he is actually telling the truth or not.
He takes a full minute to pounder on my question thinking of something to say, before facing me again and finally speaking. "I'm not exactly a celebri-", I cut him off before he could finish already expecting this kind of answer. "I knew it. It seems lying is the only thing you know what to do, probably lie on a daily basis too. I whispered the last part of the sentence underneath my breath, but I think he heard me. He frowns before facing his upper body towards and replied,
"Okay, fine, sure. Yes, I may joke around from time to time, probably a lot, but that does not make me a liar, and I definitely don't lie when related or refering to my life or myself, unless forced to". He shrugged at the last part. "And you expect me to sit here and believe every word you say? Dream on buddy, as if." "Well I can't force you to believe me now can I"? "...You're not gonna try and convince me"? "It's not like you'll believe me anyway". He shrugged again and turned his upper body with the rest of his body to face the front and lie on his arms, facing away from him.
No-one's POV
James opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but stopped himself midway before he could say anything, instead he turning his body around to face the black board in front of him and laid his head on his arms, facing away from the boy. It didn't take long for sleep to consume James, taking him to slumber land.