Chapter 3. High School

It was high school, I wasn't very excited but neither was I just "regular". A part of me wanted to understand how High School life would be. Another part of me didn't. "Remember this is what your parents wanted. They always thought the best for you. You have to keep going" I kept thinking to myself. "Jake!" some voice called. "Jake!" I heard it again and traced its location and saw a group of people. I walked towards them, "Jake? That's your name right" one of the members of the group said "yeah" I responded. "Ok well my name is David, and this guy's name is Isaiah" David said. "Cool, now how do you know my name?" I asked not showing an inch that I cared about their names. "Damn, that's cold. You don't remember us? From middle school... we were kind of the underdogs so we get it. But I really thought you'd at least remember our faces," Isaiah said.

"Yeah well, enough with the introductions we have school to attend to," I said pushing them out of the way. I really wanted to be friends with them... but I couldn't risk it. Not again.

Period 1 had just started, it was sadly the topic that I hate the most: math. I was pretty "smart" so I was doing calculus advanced. Whatever that meant. And ironically David and Isaiah were assigned to a group with me... just, the three of us. "I don't know if we got on bad terms or something but we're sorry, just please be friends with us," David asked desperately. "Wow that was pretty straightforward," I thought to myself... I was going to need friends and "study-buddies". So I couldn't say no... a second time... so I agreed and explained that they did nothing wrong and that I "woke up on the wrong side of the bed".

They took it and we started working on our project, which was just exhausting. Thankfully the day went by fast and it was lunchtime, I was just running and exercising before we actually do P.E "Hey! You know it's lunchtime right?" David asked me. "Of course I know, I'm not that stupid," I told myself. "Yeah, I'm just getting warmed up," I told him. We ended up walking together and, then they told me how they knew someone close to me. Someone, I thought nobody would know in highschool. So I had to hand it to them, they became my real friends.

By this time it was already P.E. I was just following what our teachers were telling us to do, I was minding my own business in other words. Then I saw Isaiah getting picked on "Hey! Stop, what happened and why are you being such a jerk to this guy?" I asked John, the guy picking on Isaiah. "Because this guy here is weird as shit," John said. "Oh if he's weird then what does that make you, 'cause you're 100 times worst than weird," I told the guy. He got mad and called his friends, "Oi, you just messed up" John told me. I didn't say a word, John threw a hand. I caught it, and then hit him in his stomach, threw his arm to right, and punched him in the cheek. The other four came, I threw one down to the floor knocking all the breath in his lungs out. Dodged another punch and hit this guy where it hurts, and then grabbed a backpack near me and threw it across his face. The other two were easy, I just tripped one and then punched the hell out of the other one.

By that time all five of them were on the floor, I looked around as everyone around me was watching, some even taking pictures or videos. I even saw this girl hiding behind them but looking at me for sure. "She might be the 3rd rejection today," I told myself thinking that she might ask me out. The teachers came and thankfully the videos showed that I was defending myself and I was left off the hook. And we continued with our P.E schedule, more and more people came to ask me about my arm... about my scar.

It was after school when I saw that girl again. The one who was spying on me. "No," I said. "W-what?" She said, "No, I'm not looking for someone to date right now" I told her. "No that's not what I wanted to say" she replied. "Then what is it that you want" I told her trying to get out of school as fast as possible. "You're that guy... that masked guy, huh?" She asked me. I remained silent... "How... what... who is she?" I asked myself. "My name is Ivylln, my friends call me Ivy... you saved me... from that guy. When you got that scar... please tell me what's your name, Your real name." She asked me. "Names are not needed. But people at this school know me as Jake." I responded.

"Can we hang out some time?" Ivy asked me. I didn't know what to say, a part of me wanted to say yes. But then again, I don't want anyone getting hurt... not like... not like "he" did for me.