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Yes, Josh was young to be a senior, and yes it was because he skipped a grade or two. No, he didn't consider himself to be a nerd, but he didn't blame anyone that did. Not that it mattered to him, he could do calculus and pick up your sister, and he could probably do it at the same time. It had been awhile since he last changed schools, in fact, this was the first time he could remember being at a different school. He wasn't insanely worried about making friends, it wasn't kindergarten, after all. Oh no, this was high school, and as far as he could tell kindergarten was much more brutal. Seven year olds ether didn't know how to, or didn't care to, pull any punches.

Walking onto the school grounds for the first time, he looked around, admiring, well there wasn't really anything to admire, but he did his best to try and not make any enemies. No hitting on someone's girlfriend, or knocking over someone's stack of books, or punching gay kids in the parking lot for studying. Soon, he wandered into his homeroom class. It was still relatively empty, considering it was still a bit early and people tended to want to be with their friends as far away from the teachers as humanly possible. Instantly, and unconsciously, he had judged every single person in the room, just as everyone else did whenever they met someone. Call it cruel and immoral, but it was human nature, whether you like it or not. He didn't bother paying any mind to any of those judgements, though, and simply set his things down on what assumed to be an empty desk.

Homeroom was always so awkward for Josh, especially not that he was a new student. Yeah, yeah, attendance and all that junk, but other than that, it was a complete waste of time. Maybe if teachers weren't so horrible at their jobs and actually graded to standard and failed kids when they sucked at a subject, they'd feel like they needed to be there, making the need to take attendance obsolete. And if they skipped yet still maintained good grades, who cares if they went to Arby's instead of Math class? He sighed, he was getting worked up over things he couldn't change.

Suddenly, he felt someone touching him, and he quickly pivoted his head to see who. "Uh," he stumbled, an eye brow cocked. "Yeaaaaahhhh," he said, pulling his arm away from her soft fingertips. "I'm Josh, nice to meet you," he said, ignoring the very awkward fact that she just stroked his arm. Was he the only one that thought that was weird? And why did he feel like everyone was looking at him? Was that pity in their eyes? What was wrong with this school?

He let the girl ramble on, not really paying attention to what she was saying, listening just enough to get the jest of it. It was obvious from her body language that she was used to getting her way, and even more obvious by the looks everyone around them was giving him, that her way usually didn't turn out well for the other person; if ever. Show me around the school? What was this, some kind of reality T.V. show? O.C.? Glee, for ******** sake? The sleaze this girl laid on was unbearable! Was she so pumped full of teenage hormones and urges that she felt the need to smother him in false pleasantries, or was she always so socially awkward? He looked at the only other person that didn't seem affected by the scene, a girl sitting on the opposite side of her. Maybe he was the weird one in the scenario? It was hard to imagine, but maybe this place was so backwards compared to his old school that he had become the freak show? Ether way, this girl was weirding him out, and he didn't need that on his first day. "I appreciate the offer, uh, miss whatever your name is," he said with a little chirp thrown in for some theatrical flare. "But I already have a girlfriend," he lied, putting on his most sympathetic face he could manage; clearly sarcastic. "And I think I'll manage finding my classes just fine on my own. But thanks, again, for the offer. I'm flattered," he smiled, just as the morning bell rang.

Soon after the teacher walked in, already lecturing about how students were to be in their seats on time and all that good stuff. It was a good show, Josh knew, but it wouldn't be long before the teachers became more focused on what the students already knew and began preparing them for final exams. They didn't care to teach anything knew because there just simply wasn't enough time in the school year for that. It wasn't long, however, for the man to realize Josh, who was apparently sitting in someone else's spot, a new seat. With an exaggerated wave to the girl sitting next to him, he gathered his things and moved. Weirdo.

Ten minutes or so later, roll was taken, another bell rang, and Josh was off into the hallway, checking a sheet of paper with a list of his classes. And what do you know, he found it all by himself.

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"Does that mean you're the one that dates gay guys? You must love being rejected," he said, partially ignoring her; or at least, not showing any interest in the conversation on his face. Slowly standing up, he looked over at the blonde, an exaggerated look of pity and disgust painted on his face. "And here I was told there would be pretty girls at this school." He laughed to himself, almost as if to say he was lied to, and walked off to sit in his new seat. It was the first class of the day and he was already struggling. How could someone work him up so much so quickly? He wasn't even sure if she was one of those overly perverted girls that just got upset because he refused to show her a good time, or if she was just a weirdo. Or, perhaps, both.

His next class, or lack thereof, was a free period. He had taken a few extra classes during his freshmen year, and so he didn't have to take a number of his elective courses this year. Folding the sheet up, he tucked it into his pocket and quickly found the exit. He wasn't sure what the school rules were when it came to leaving campus grounds before the day was up, but it would be at least an hour until his next class, and he could sure go for something to eat. Strolling through the field to cut across to a nearby convenience store he had noticed that morning, he almost couldn't believe who he spotted. Well, he could, in fact he almost foresaw it, but it still didn't lighten his mood.

"Really, tubby? Do you really think you can afford eating all that junk food?" he asked, rubbing his belly, which he pushed out to make it look like he was much fatter than he really was. "And Mountain Dew, too?" he shook his head.