Jessie - We can do Anything

                                    

                                          
As soon as I entered, I immediately walk towards the last desk: it was in my nature to do nothing for the whole lesson. Or I also liked to make a mess.
There were only two desks at the back: mine and that of another boy. He had a cap with the visor moved to the side, a golden ring necklace and a cigarette in his mouth (despite the ban).
<Hey baby, do you like being at the bottom too?> he said to me.
<Yes, but I don't like those that smell like smoke> I cut it short, smiling at him.
He was upset, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. I always did it: I didn't like giving false hopes. If I liked you okay, if I didn't like you you had to disappear. Anyone who tries with me could understand it immediately. But I preferred it that way; breaking hearts first would have taken away the effort later.
Suddenly, a familiar face enters. Short-sleeved t-shirt with the words "I'm in love with my car", even if he is still underage to drive. Blonde, messy hair and a rebellious look. He walked looking everyone up and down, heading towards the last benches.
<Go away> he ordered, looking at the boy next to me.
<Who? Me?> he asked fearfully.
<No, your mother's whore>.
The boy turned pale.
<W-why don't you ask her?> he stammered, pointing at me.
Roger looked into my eyes examining me. His fearless expression was something indescribable.
<Come on dude. Be a fucking gentleman!> he then concluded.
<No, I'm not moving>.
At that point, the blond boy looked at me laughing, seeking my approval. Then he leaned with both hands on the other man's desk, looking him straight in the eyes.
<You're obviously new! Here's your fist lesson: I'm Roger Taylor and you have to respect me. You choose: either you get your fucking ass out of that chair, or I'll do it for you>.
Shortly after, I was sitting next to Taylor. I wasn't sure what to do: even my character had a hard time going out near someone like him. It was a very strange effect.
<What's your name?> he asked, looking at me with interest.
<Jessie Hyde, newly transferred>
<You're new but you're smart. And very lucky too> he replied laughing.
<what do you mean?>
<I want to say that you should consider yourself lucky to be next to me. I can protect you from everything and everyone; and then who knows what will happen... > He explained, looking at me with malice. I was only able to utter a laugh.
But I sensed that it bothered him a lot that I didn't take him fully seriously. In short, I had seen clearly that he was one of the boys who control that school. And I knew well that he was always surrounded by girls at his feet; therefore, I firmly believed that not being the center of attention bothered him a lot.
<Alright guys. I'd say we can start with the math lesson> the teacher began to say.
A general groan arose from the class.
<What a drag! But it's the first fucking day!> Roger towered over the others.
<I'm sorry about you Taylor. Why don't you start seeing teaching as an enjoyable thing? It's as if he were watching a documentary on TV!> she told her in kind.