Try for Me.

History was my last class for the day, and that wasn't too bad. I walked inside with a smile, and sat down. Another guy sat next to me, his eyes looked me over, before he smiled.

"Hey," he coolly greets. I nod in return.
"I'm Oliver."

"Vivian," I reply with a smile.

"Pretty," he nods, pulling out a notebook titled 'History'. He was well organized apparently, and that was sort of a relief. I have three binders that have different sections separated for each class. One for each day of the week that I attend school, so it was nice to meet someone as anal as I am in that area.

"Fag," some kid coughed, until he saw me.
"Hey gorgeous."

"Not happening," I groan, staring straight ahead. The guy rolled his eyes and kept walking, but I couldn't help what he had spat at Oliver. "What was that about?" I question, at which Oliver smiled.

"He doesn't like me because he thinks I want him, but honey not even a straight girl would want that bafoon," Oliver chuckled, causing me to laugh aloud.

"Oh shit, that's hilarious," I laugh.

"What did you say?" The guy stood up, at which I rolled my eyes.

"Give the macho man act, a rest," I snarl, shaking my head.

"Shut up class," the teacher spat eying down the bully.
"I am not in the mood to deal with your shit. Now your first assignment is on the board."

"No about me's, awesome," I whisper to myself.

"I personally don't care for those, your success in my class isn't determined on what personal information you want me to know about your life. Especially since half of you don't care for that sort of assignment anyway, it has no educational value to me. Now open your book and get started." I couldn't believe he heard me, that was intense, and slightly embarrassing.

...

"Well that was interesting," Oliver snickered as we left class.

"You're telling me," I sigh. Some guys were staring at Oliver with that bully before stalking off.

"Don't pay any mind to them," Oliver assures with a grin.
"He's just jealous that I make money, and he doesn't."

"Oh? What do you do for a living?" I was taken back, and he smiled.

"I design rooms for hotels, new houses that they want to stage, and stuff like that. It was something I got into, and luckily my father owns many hotels, and that's how it started," he explains with a grin. "I go here because I don't have to worry about people bombarding me, unfortunately for the homophobic, I do. But that is a quick fix with one call, but I don't let it bother me much. They'll get rid of him, before they get rid of me, from this school."

"Nice," I compliment. "I just don't get what he has against you, I mean."

"Don't take it personal love, we all have different things that people pick on us about. I don't give a fuck to please him, and he is certainly not my type." He laughed.

"Is he anyone's?" I muse and we both continue to walk while laughing.

"How was class?" Noelle skipped over, her eyes landing on Oliver.
"Well hello."

"Hi," Oliver nods. "I'll see you around, Viv. Till then."

"See you, Oliver," I wave. I turn to Noelle whom was grinning from ear to ear.

"He is fucking cute," she giggled. I couldn't help but snort.
"What? Tell me you wouldn't bang that, cause I would."

"He wouldn't bang us, Noelle," I assure, at which she frowned.

"That's not nice," she sighs. "I am beautiful."

"Yes, you are, but we're not his type," I kept trying to reassure her it wasn't anything personal.

"And why the fuck not?" she pouts.

"He's gay," I laugh to the point and continue walking.

"I wonder if he's met Hayden," she thought aloud with a smile.
"I should fix them up."

"Eww, no, I bet they hate that shit," I cringe.
"I mean, even I can't stand someone doing that for me."

"Well finding other gays here isn't easy," she reminds with attitude.

"Do whatever then," I shrug and walk to our dorms.

"Are you going in already?" she frowns.

"I have homework," I explain.

"Oh you loser, that isn't due till next week, duh," she reminds. This time, I laugh.

"I'd rather get it done now," I state. "Then I'll come out and do whatever."

"It's a party," she smirks.

"And what about the dorm watchers or whatever they're called?" I question.

"They're in on it too, it's not like Jace is monitoring tonight. We just have to sneak past him," she totally contradicted herself. This was something I didn't like, or want to be apart of. However if I get caught and suspended, I could easily do homeschooling and not have to worry about this shit. Maybe I just might join.

"Maybe," I wave her off and head inside.

"Vivian," Jace sighs.

"Why do I always run into you?" I cringe, feeling my heart sting a little.

"Because you live here?" he laughs. Oh that laugh.

"I miss you," I whisper by accident. I shake my head, then turn away.

"What?" he questions, at which I shrug.

"Nothing, are you going up or what?" I hiss.

"Yeah just the second floor to my office," he explains.

"Good for you," I push number two and four.

"How was your first day?" He questions, shifting his stance.

"Do you really even care?" I retort.

"I am your counselor," he reminded with a sigh.

"It was interesting," I flatly say.
"This would be your floor."

"Yeah," he nods and let out a deep breath.
"Wednesday you will be seeing me, in my office. Check your mail box."

"Okay," I salute and lean against the wall. "Bye."

"Bye," he sighs, walking away. I felt a tear fall down as the door closed.