Aiden's next class after gym was literature, which was a little bit weird as the posters of book covers were posted everywhere, the small classroom, as it even smelled like the bonded pages of old books.
Mr. Mason signed his sheet and gave him the book list for the rest of the year. Aiden had already read almost all of them, such as Kenneth Oppel, Walter Dean Myers, Shakespeare, and many works from the great renaissance era.
After that class was American History, and re-learning the Alamo for the second time was a great experience. As he could tell, Mr. Warner likes to reenact the fights, as if he was in the battle himself.
"Probably does reenactments of them on the weekend for fun" Aiden thought to himself.
He also had Home Econ., which was a free A+ for me, as he had been cooking for himself since he was nine. But it seems that the teacher is on a health craze so he might still have a hard time.
His last class before lunch was French class, as his French teacher Miss Hoff wasn't challenging. The old lady that lived in his old building could teach circles around her, Mrs. Palpanini. She was a French/Italian immigrant that came with her family from France.
"Seeking Opportunity for a better lifestyle" She would say, sounding like a chain-smoking old man, imitating the words of her father. But she died from a heart attack last year, But he would never forget what she taught him.
Lunch was a little chaotic as he got stared at hard by everyone and anyone. As Aiden assumed, people told others what happened at the gym, and so on and on. Leaving him with deep stares from all around. But that didn't bother him as he made my way to the lunch-line.
Walking around the many tables, he was called by an unknown person, soon to be Angela, as she gestured for him to come her way.
Aiden Made his way over, looking at all the people sitting at the table, as there was a short girl with dangerously curly brown hair, and blue eyes. And fair skinned. Who sat right next to Angela on her left side. She seemed to be talking mostly, not letting Angela get a word in, something he really doesn't like.
As another girl on her right as she was short as well, but not like the other, with blonde white hair and green eyes. She was short as well, but not like the other girl, and somewhat attractive but paler skin. As she could have been in a magazine.
The rest of the table consisted of boys, preferably the boys he beat, as Ben, Tyler, Connor, and two other boys sat at the table looking at Aiden with deep loathing. For what reason he don't give a fuck.
"shit happens and they will get over it. But hey, everyone can't be like me" he thought looking amongst them with a slight grin.
At the table, Aiden met the short curly haired girl by the name of Jessica and the other cornsilk hair girl was Lauren Mallory.
As Jessica looked at him with great interest, the other girl looked, but soon went back to what she was doing as if talking to him was beneath her.
As there was another boy as he had a baby face with pale blonde hair, and clear blue eyed, a Nazis wet dream. As he was talking to Connor about sport, not paying attention to what's happening. The girls introduced him to Mike Newton.
And the last but not least was a guy of Asian descent with greasy long black hair, and a bad completions. He was drinking a bottle of water as he watched a redhead sitting at a table, before she got up and walked out the door, his name was Eric Yorkie.
Angela and Jessica had him sit down between them as they took turns (Jessica mostly) asked him questions about Chicago. And what his life was like there.
but he didn't want to answer as he didn't like people prying into his life. so he made some stuff up hoping it will suffice for now.
Aiden was able to get free from their questions at the end of lunch as he had not eaten his food yet and he was starving. As they wouldn't let me go until then. As if they wanted to get every nook and cranny out of him