~Love, of my Highschool.~

[Timex247]

Author's Notes.
So, I figure'd I'd take a poke at writing a web book. So Newgrounds, please be considerate this is my first test run. It may be stupid to you, but this is mine.

~CHAPTER 1: WEEK TWO~
Two weeks in Highschool and I can already tell everyone's an asshole. I walk down the short hall into the main Graphic Design room. Broken computer chairs that practically touch the ground with no backs and desk chairs litter the room ironically accented by the fifteen hundred dollars Macs that surround them. They shine a bright silver.
I am the third one into class. I search for a good seat in the midst of dead chairs. One opposite my spot. Perfect! I hurriedly walk over and switch out the chairs before anyone else comes in the room. I finally relax in my chair when Mr. Tano says, "Tim? Your name is Tim right?" I nod. "Good, can you pass these out?"
They are Do-Nows, something the board doesn't understand about electives. I respond with an annoyed sure. I decide it'd be best to just stand out in the hall and pass them out. Somehow the halls have become extremely crowded during my time in class. Sure enough, many walk towards me, some snickering, some silent. As each one goes in grabbing a sheet, a few make it pass blatantly ignoring me. I hurry in to give it to them when I hear, far down the hall, "That's right marshmallow, get back into class!" Laughing ensues. I catch a glimpse of them right before I step out of the hell. Tall, Junior, possibly Senior, accompanied by another Junior/Senior and AJ from my English class, a Freshman. Not good.
I end up having to pass them out in the classroom as more people have flustered in out of my line of sight. The two Juniors/Seniors and AJ walk into the room. One of the taller Junior/Seniors moves to the left side of the room. The other two move to my row. I am the third seat, the Junior/Senior is in the fourth, next to me, and AJ is in the fifth. I almost ignore them when something catches my eye.
AJ takes a pretty girl's chair, one that isn't broken and in fine condition and replaces it with a shitty chair with no back and much too high off of the ground. The girl walks in behind me. I go to look and I am stunned.
She is a Freshman, my age, 14, with dark, long black hair, with a slender body and beautiful eyes. She's breathtaking. She walks my way upset as AJ switches her chairs after I give her a Do-Now (With a stuttered "O-oh. Umm, here."). I look at them. The rest of the row is snickering. I grit my teeth and grab my good chair. I give it to her and take the bad chair. She says thank you and as we both dit down, she says "That's so nice." in a voice so innocent and delicate I am in shock. It's a voice that says she's shy but she is a young respectable woman.
After all is done, I go back to coloring my pattern. right, right, left, right, up, down, up, down, and repeat. I overhear that the girl's name is Sydney. Such an ironic name for such a shy girl. A few minutes later, she goes up to sharpen the tip of her colored pencil. Her coloring is fantastic. As I re-focus on my work, I hear on my right, "Yo, AJ, would you fuck her? I'd fuck her all out. She looks like that kind of girl that is just begging to be fucked."
I snap. Something inside of me goes off. My gears are in full motion. It would only take another and I would break down. I continue to color as the comment closes to a stop.
My mind is racing. Why? What kind of world do we live in when a mature man is suddenly a perverted, miserable pile of secrets? Thoughts go off in my head. Fighting, yelling, screaming, defending, blood.

Guns.

I just concentrate on the task at hand. I hear the sound of chair wheels and footsteps. AJ moves to Sydney's seat and takes it. I rise from my seat and grab the chair. Sydney has gone to the library, a prime excuse to get another chair. I don't let up. "Uhh... Tim? What the hell are you doing?"
"Let go, of the chair." I respond in a tone I have never heard me say. The upperclassmen are watching awe and howling like wolves in the night. He pulls. I stand my ground.
"Let go already fatty!" He exclaims in smug laughter.
Even for the most dumb things, I must defend a woman's honor. My hands turn into fists.
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Author's Notes.
So, what did you think? A slow start I think but if I get good reception I will most definetly continue the story. PM me and leave responses! Thanks!