The Assignment 1

Greg and his class are paired up to be partners with the 'special' class. But once he actually see's his partner, he is stunned to find a very attractive boy.

The Assignment

 

"Class, as you all understand, we are going to be partnered up with the 'special' class today, and I will assign you with your partner." The tearcher spoke flipping the papers on his clip board.

The class groaned, especially me. The class shuffled out the class room door, and walked down the hall to the end of the school, just to enter another room, the 'special' class. We took our time opening the door and stepping inside. We saw the teacher, Mrs. Linda, helping a kid with some work, while the other students drew, ran around, and worked. I sighed just at the sight.

They say we must do this assignment to complete the 8th grade... So if I chose not to, I would still have to do it.

We stepped inside, myself in my little group of friends, talking about how much we hated this. I ignored them for a second to look around. I didnt find anything that was actually 'normal'. To be honest, I hated these people, they where different, and I didnt want anything to do with them.

I glared at nothing, examining the room, where I found someone who caught my eye. He had medium length brown hair, that curled up at some tips a bit; while his eyes where emerald green. He was wearing dark blue average sleeve-less shirt, with black skinny jeanes. He looked normal, no beautidul in fact! He was sitting in his seat, elbow rested on his desk, and hand on his face; while the other hand held open a book on his desk. He looked serious reading his little book. His eyes going left and right, while his long eyelashes flutterd.

"Eg... Greg!!!" My friend shouted at me.

"W-what?" I stammered, not noticing my staring.

"Come on the teacher is calling us to the front" My friend Micheal scoffed.

We walked to the front and waited for directions. I leaned on the white board, putting my hands in my jeanes pockets. My teacher was calling names from his clip board from our class, while Mrs. Linda called names from her clip board, pairing us up.

I closed my eyes, waiting for my name to be called. I heard my friend Jacob be called, and he walked up to his partner who stood up. The look on Jacob's face amused me. I chuckled to myself and closed my eyes again.

A few minutes later all my friends had been called, and they really didnt seem to like their partners.

Mrs. Linda called out, "Danny!". The boy who was reading twitched, and looked up at her. Then my teacher called out, "Greg!" I looked at the boy and walked over to him, with my hands still in my pockets. I squinted my eyes a little at him. He sat there blankly looking at me. 'Why is this guy in here? He looks too normal!' I thought to myself.

I sighed and sat on his desk. I was practically rude to everyone I didnt know, so I didnt particularly care if he didnt like me on his desk or not. Although, im sort of glad I got this guy instead of the other nitwits here.

I looked at my friend behinde me and smiled at his suffering. He glared at me with a responce. I flipped him off and smirked.

Finally the teachers where done with their lists and walked up to the front togeather.

"Alright children, just get comfortable with your partner, beacuse you are goign to be spending a lot of time with them! Do whatever you like, color, talk, draw, anything you need to do to get more acquainted with each other" Mrs. Linda kindly spoke.

"You dont wanna draw do you?" I asked turning around to face my partner. I hated drawing, it was for children, and I was 14! It just didnt fit with my style.

He looked up at me, his elbow still on the desk, and his hand on his face. He shrugged while closing his eyes.

I gave him a confused look, not like he could see it though. I head my named being called and looked in the direction. Mrs. Linda was giving me a signal to come over to her. I jumped off the desk and walked over to her.

"Hello Greg!" She smiled.

"Hi..." I lowly said tilting my head a bit.

"Well I just wanted to tell you something about your partner, Danny."

I stood there quiet waiting for her to continue.

"Well, Danny doesnt talk. He only mutters a few words a week, and he just usues motions to get around. So dont feel hurt or anything if he doesnt talk back." Mrs. Linda sighed.

I nodded and went back to his desk, this time grabbing a chair and sitting by him. I just staired at the burnett. He turned his eyes to me, raising a brow. I smiled at him and held out a hand.

"Hi! My name is Greg, and you?"

He looked at my hand, and slowly grabbed it, with a loose grip. He didnt have an expression on his face, but looked at our tied hands.

"your name is... Danny?"

He slowly nodded.

'Jeez... She really wasnt kidding when he just used motions...' I thought to myself.

I got my bag and went through it, searching for my ipod. It was a ipod touch, the best condition I could keep it in, I was proud of myself of this.

"You like music?" I asked handing him an ear phone.

He shrugged.

I sighed and put the peice in his right ear. He twitched a little when I suddenly touched his ear.

I scrolled through my songs, and found my favorite from Hawk Nelson. I smiled while pressing 'California'. The song popped on and I saw Danny twitch.

"A-ah..." He lowly said.

"You like them?" I asked

He staired at me for a second and lowly muttered something I barley hear.

"Y-yeah..." He nodded.

I smiled at the thought that I was getting through to him. It made me a bit happy, but I dont really know why. Usually at stuff like this, I would flip off the person and not make a single effort.

　

Danny's POV

Today some kids are coming in to become our 'partners'. This is like begging them to make fun of us... i knew they wouldnt like to be paired up with us, since they call us freaks everyday. I hated this... I hated everyone in this dumb school, they where all animals, trying to act all cool and be idiots...

I glared at my desk, cletching my hands shut so tight it hurt. They put me in this class because I dont talk, and wouldnt do what the teacher ask, so assumingly, they put me in here. Ch... They are all idiots...

I took a book from my bag and started reading it, trying to calm down. I didnt take interest in what the others did as they drew, and ran around. We are f*****g 14, and these people are acting like they are five...

I heard the door open and slightly made my sight to the kids coming through the door. I glared as they started to laugh and grunt. I shook it off and went back to my book. I felt a weird pressants, like someone was looking at me. I didnt look back, since I didnt really care.

I heard the teachers calling names, as my class mates stood up, and the other classes kids where walking to their partners. I glared at the ones that had an "Ugh" face. They where too busy grunting and whining to even feel my glare.

I rolled my eyes and went back to reading my book. I loved to read, it was the only thing that kept me stable and calmed me down.

I heard my name called and slowly looked up at my teacher. Then the other classes teacher said a name of, "Greg". I looked up at the one who was walking in my direction. he had a dirty blonde hair color that swished in his face, kind of like a emo hair style. He had a black sleeveless shirt on that had the name, 'Sky Walk' in white letters. He had blue skinny jeanes, with a black and white checkered pattern belt.

He jumped on my desk and looked at his friend on the other side. I glared up at this kid. Did he have no respect? I saw him flip off his friend, which settled my question. He did NOT have respect I guess. Whatever... I looked back at my book again to try to stay cool. I saw the guy jump off the desk and go to my teacher. Suspecting they where talking about me. I sighed to myself.

I saw him returning to my desk. He had this stupid grin on his face. My eyes narrowed a bit at him. I kept my eyes glued to his every movement; as he got a chair and set it by me.

"Hi! My name is Greg, and you?" He asked me holding out his hand.

I really didnt want to touch him but he seemed cheerful, much better than the others in his class. I examined his hand, for a second, then slowly shook it. He seemed happy that I shook his hand, but I dont know why, weird people...

"your name is... Danny?" He suddenly asked me.

I just nodded my head, I wasnt sure about him, he was weird, no manners, and rude. Why is he so friendly all of a sudden?

He looked at me for a second, like he was thinking. I just moved an inch away from him.

I saw him grab his bag and start to look for something. I watched as he pulled out a black ipod touch. It made me jelouse that he had such a nice one. I broke mine about 2 weeks ago. Not out of anger, but I had dropped it soo much, yeah I was a real cluts all the time.

"You like music?" He asked me handing me an ear peice.

I looked at it for a second and shrugged. I didnt really care for it anyway.

I heard him sigh. And a touch on my ear which was a sudden shock. I twitched to the sudden cold hand. I hated it when people touched me, I would usually glare at them, but this guy was fine, I didnt feel any anger, yeah it was weird...

I looked at him, not really sure what to do, pop him? Yell? No... I sat there while he tapped away at his ipod. I heard a loving song, 'California'. I have loved Hawk Nelson since I first heard their music. This was my favorite song of all.

"A-ah..." Came out withouth my permission.

"You like them?" He asked with a slight smile.

I looked at him, asking myself if I trusted him enough to talk to him... I only talked to my friends; I was never good with new people.

"Y-yeah..." I nodded just in case he didnt hear me.

Again he put on that dumb smile. I dont know why, but he seemed really happy. Why is there any need to be? All I know is that this little assignment was going to be rough...

　

Chapter 1 END