It's Such A Shame That We Play Strangers

After weaving myself through the kids that had now congregated in the hall, I stood myself in front of the door.

The door of room 182. Room 182, where Jack is now sat. Once I open this door, anything is possible. He could talk, or not. He could smile, or not. He could look at me, or not.

I felt like I was on a mission. My mission being, befriend Jack Barakat and make him talk again. Now, I don't know if he wants to talk. Maybe he likes being mute.

I take a deep breath in as my hand reaches for the door handle. Once my hand turns it, there is no turning back. I slowly push open the door and take a pep inside. There, sat at his desk is my objective. His right hand moving quite quickly along the piece of paper sat in front of him.

I opened the door and walked in, slowly closing the door, making sure it makes the slightest noise possible.

What do I do now? Do I go to my side and act like he's not here, do I go talk to him. Introduce myself? Man, if I knew it was this hard to talk to someone, than I wouldn't have agreed to do this.

I finally decide to walk over to him. As I begin to do so, he shuffles the paper on his desk together, forming a nice, neat pile. He places all those into his bag and stands up.

When he lifts his head, his eyes grow wide. He stood their, eyes wide and mouth open just a little. One hand on the strap of his bag which hung from his shoulder and the other which sat at his side.

'Hi, I'm sorry I scared you. I'm Alex. I'm your new room mate.' I say extending my arm out, which makes Jack take a step backwards. I frown but shake it off.

'So, what's your name?' I questioned, curious to see if he will reply. In which case, he doesn't. He just stares at me, eyes not moving from me.

'Alright, well I don't want to make you late. I will see you later then.' I say, which makes Jack nod his head, slightly in agreement. I'm not quite sure if he was agreeing or he just nodded his head.

Jack steps past me and makes his way out the door, looking my way before he exits the room. I continue to look at the door before snapping my thoughts apart.

I quickly change into my uniform before I leave the room, walking aimlessly around the halls to find classroom 5.6. Eventually, I come across the class and knock on the door. It was opened by an older looking man, probably in his late 40's.

'Come in young man.' He says, smiling and making his moustache move. I nod my head and walk through the door.

'Would you care to introduce yourself?' Mr Stark spoke.

'No, but I have no choice do I?' I reply, making Mr Stark frown and the class laugh. I look out into the class room and see everyone looking at me, all except one.

'Well, I'm Alex Gaskarth and I come from England.' I say. Mr stark nods his head and points to a spare seat about the third row from the front. I think he may be a little annoyed at me.

In the seat next to mine, was a small man, hair sitting shoulder length and a smile planted on his face.

I walk up to the seat and place myself in the chair, looking over to the boy next to me.

'Hi. I'm Vic. Nice to meet you Alex.' Vic says, barely a whisper.

'Thanks, nice to meet you too.' I reply, eyes wondering the room.

'Alright class. I would like for you to get into groups of three/four and brainstorm some ideas on which you think about and your thoughts on the book Of Mice and Men.' Mr Stark explains. I feel a tap on my shoulder from behind and I turn my head to see Zack.

'Joining us?' He questioned. I looked to Vic who was already walking to another bunch of boys. I nodded my head and begin to turn my chair around.

'Alex, this is Rian. Rian, Alex.' Zack says, once I'm seated. I looked to Rian and smile.

'Lovely to meet you Rian.' I say.

'Nice to meet you.' Rian replies. We all pull out paper and start discussing our set work.

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Finally, the day had come to an end. Well, School at least. Lunch was interesting, I found out a lot about my now so called friends. They are very different to the others I used to hang out with.

Zack is very quiet around other, other than Rian and I. Zacks more of a thinker than a talker, in my opinion. Rian does not stop smiling and I think I might go blind from the whiteness. He also drinks a lot of coffee, I'm surprised his doesn't bounce off walls.
All day, I couldn't help myself but think about Jack, the mystery boy who nodded at me. Would you count that as communication? I would, well, I am. I've found that he's is majority of my classes. He's even in music. Well he would be if he used to play guitar.

I walk into my room and dump my bag next to the door. I jump onto my bed and begin to stare at the roof. Forgetting Jack was in the room, I pull my phone out and search through my music. Finally picking a song, I place my phone onto the dock and press play, singing along quietly as I lied on my back again.

I heard shuffling from the other side and then foot steps, I roll my eyes to the side and see Jack making his way over to me. When he reaches my dock, he pulls my phone off and throws it at me.

'Hey! That wasn't nice.' I say, sitting up on my elbows. Jack turns around and glares at me. Wow, I think he has anger issues. He sighed and walked back over to his desk and groaned as he sat. His head was lent up into his hands before running them through his hair.

'Look, Jack. I'm sorry. I just want to be your friend.' I say, making Jack look at me. He opened his mouth to speak but didn't.

Jack's face grew red, angry or sadness growing inside him. His mouth kept opening and closing, like a goldfish.

I wasn't quiet sure what was going to happen, until it happened.

Notes

Cliff-hanger!
I love how so many people are excited about this story.
It means a lot. Thanks guys!
I might post another chapter tonight.