seenoconviction

Chapter 1 

     Okay, so basically, this was the easiest class possible. Senior class English  would be like eating cake… I would get the highest grades in the class.  Literature was my major, sucking me into any piece of writing possible.  The papers that won awards would always stated, “George Ross” on the top. Personally, I liked being known by Ryan, but that name works too. The only thing I didn’t like about this school were the kids. I mean, they were like five-year-olds. Flunking this class was like flunking kindergarten. One day, there was an assignment. Everyone had a partner and had to pitch in to get it done. This helped those who needed help, and gave those who didn’t, something to do. 

         
        The kid, the smart but lazy one, was my partner. I could see the smug look on his face when Mrs. DeMont paired me with him.  The thoughts of him crossed my mind. He wanted an easy ‘A,’ an easy way out. I shrugged off those thoughts as we were told to sit next to our partners. Nothing could move him, so I did. He was just tapping a pencil on the desk, irritating me. I put my hand on his incessant movement and glared down. 


“Brendon Urie, Ryan Ross,” I looked up at my name being called. The teacher simply made a “hurry up and get working” face. I nodded to this and took a seat. Brendon had started up again with the tapping and I kicked him in the shin. 


“So, what do you want to do for the project?” I asked after Brendon let out a few groans of pain. He just stared at me. 


“Essay and presentation,” I stated and he shrugged. He was aggravating me now, with his lazy attitude. I leaned closer to him and sighed. 


“Listen, I know you are smart,” I said and he listened, “now you just have to be willing.” I put my hand on his. He face looked at our hand contact. 


“Now, who’s house are we going over to work on this?” He finally asked and I pulled away.


“Mine, for now,” I answered and Brendon nodded. Maybe this would work. Brendon could be a good project partner after all. I wrote down my address and cell phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. He nodded again after reading the info. 


“Got it, what time?” I heard him say as I packed up my things.


“Uh, after school, so…3:00-ish?” I shrugged and he nodded. He obviously had a speaking problem, because all he did was nod. I got my bag on, and when the bell rang, I walked out. The kid probably didn’t even remember my name. 


“See you after school, Ryan!” I heard a yell as Brendon walked down the hall stairway alone. 


So he did remember my name…This would work out, right?