-That's Rude-

-Trott's POV-

As English finishes, I move out the room swiftly but as soon as I get out someone blocks my path.

Damien.

"New kid." He growls.

I try to get past but he stays firmly planted in his spot.

"It's either us, or them nerds." He hisses.

I look over to where Martyn and some of his friends are standing, Kim's also there.

Kim's nice and so is Martyn.

"Them." I whisper, swiftly making an exit towards them before he could grab me.

As I reach them, Damien backs off.

Kim notices me, "hey, how was English?"

"Okay." I whisper.

I glance at Martyn again whose chatting to his other friend.

He feels me staring at him and looks at me, "honestly, don't worry about it! It was just a note! It's cool, I'm Martyn and this is Toby."

I wave at Toby, he waves back smiling.

"I'm Chris." I say.

"Alex  is outside, you should be able to find him, it's just down there and to the right." Kim instructs me.

I nod, "thank you."

I start walking where Kim was pointing. I then take a right, as I do a kid gets pushed into me.

With me and my balance, I manage to stay upright but I stumbled quite a bit regaining my balance, but unlike the kid on the floor, I was okay.

Fuck.

The people around him sneer and laugh.

I push past them and kneel beside him, "that was rude, I'm sorry for getting in the way."

He lifts himself up on his elbows, "it's not you, it was them. I'm okay, just, help me up?"

I nod, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

I watch him as he brushes himself down.

Kim comes running round the corner, "Duncan!"

"Kim, I'm fine, this kid here helped me up and shit." Duncan insists.

Kim looks at me, "Chris, looks like you've met most likely my best friend."

"It's nice to meet you." I hold out my hand.

He takes my hand, "you too, Chris."

"Anyway, I gotta go!" I say, hurrying off.

With no trouble, I find the back exit, leading out into a lovely field.

I straight away notice Alex, leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. He's around the back of a tree.

I hurry towards him, quickly taking a seat beside him.

"Fuck." I groan.

He takes a side wards look at me, "what's up?"

"Some kid in English, called Damien tried to frame me for a passing a note but then this other kid, Martyn, took the blame for it and now has a detention! Then when I was on the way here a kid got pushed into me and I helped him and shit like that." I frown.

"Damien." Alex groans.

"W-What, what's wrong with Damien?" I stutter.

"Nothing, nothing, honestly, he's nothing big." Alex claims, avoiding eye contact.

"If you insist." I whisper.