The sound of the alarm shattered the silence of my morning. Fucking alarm. Just when i finally started dreaming about something normal, it had to ruin everything.
I turned to the other side and pulled the blanket over my head, hoping i could steal a few more minutes of sleep. But of course, no chance. Peace lasted shorter than a blink.
Shit, school. I cant be late on the first day, my dad would kill me if i mess things up again. I grit my teeth and slowly drag myself out of bed, feeling like crap and half asleep, as if i didnt close my eyes the whole night.
And my room... better not comment. Looks like a damn bomb exploded. I cant remember the last time i cleaned it. I feel like im living in a pigsty, for fucks sake.
I head to the bathroom to take a quick shower when a note. A piece of paper taped to the door. Dad again?
„I left for work to cover for a colleague. Dont be late for school".
So much for his day off. He was supposed to rest today, but of course not. Fucking private employers only care about their own asses, and the workers can break their backs all day for minimum wage. Fuck them, right?
Dad always loved to say his famous line „I work like a black man, but earn like a white man". Pretty much sums up todays reality.
I throw myself under the cold shower, hoping it will at least loosen up my tense body. Today im starting a new school. New class, new environment. Fantastic. Cant wait to meet those spoiled rich kids.
Rumor has it they are all tough guys in button downs, Lacoste hoodies, and expensive sneakers, and me... Im the guy still rocking Adidas Gazelles.
After the shower, i get dressed quickly i pull on my red and white Zvezda „chili" shirt, and over it a classic black hoodie. Dark blue jeans, and im good to go.
I throw my backpack over my shoulder obviously empty. Just like me right now. Inside is only one random notebook and a pen. No books, no notebook for each subject. I wll figure it out later, like always.
I step outside and lock the door, then hide the keys in the flower vase where that dead plant has been lying for days.
Cold air, gray sky, typical morning. People rushing for buses, annoyed, sleepy, everyone in a hurry... And me? I dont even know where im going or why.
I head down to the car. Dads Golf 2, black, old, but never underestimated. The thing ran like a clock. I could drive it to the end of the world.
Every dinar we earned, we invested together into fixing it up. I was really attached to it, honestly.
Other kids were driving expensive, shiny new cars, Mercedes, Audi, BMW... And me? A Golf. But fuck them, my Golf has a soul, and a lot of childhood memories.
I park in front of the new school. Huge building, everything clean and polished, and the yard full of students. A whole bunch of them, all looking like they just stepped out of a catalog.
I stepped out of the car and glanced at a group of girls who were, of course, smiling and throwing looks my way as they stared at my car. Relax, Stefan... they are irrelevant. Just chill and keep walking.
I muttered to myself under my breath while walking through the school hallways. Classroom eighteen... where are you?
I walked past door after door until I finally saw the number i needed. Eighteen. Finally.
I stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. Get it together and go in. They are not better than you. I put on a cold expression and opened the door slowly, without knocking. I didnt even take a full step inside and already every pair of eyes was glued to me.
Like some alien had walked in instead of me. What idiots. I hate when everyone stares and whispers on the side. I could already imagine all the crap they were saying about me.
Most of them were dressed up. Guys in shirts, expensive t shirts, tracksuits from the trendiest brands. Girls fully done up, blouses, skirts, sneakers worth a hundred euros. Everyone... except one. My eyes were locked onto just one girl.
She was leaning against the radiator by the window, talking with her group, i guess her friends. She stood out completely from the rest. While everyone else was showing off branded clothes, she was chilling in a black Adidas tracksuit.
Sunlight hit her face just right. Brown hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves, natural ones, untouched, like she didnt even try yet she looked better than half the girls here with layers of makeup on their faces.
Her eyes, brown and deep, but somehow cold. Like you couldnt get through them, yet they still pulled you in. Her body athletic, as if shes been working out seriously for years. The most beautiful thing I ever seen in my life.
But more than anything... what caught my eye the most was her style. Our style. Supporter casual.
Almost nobody wears it anymore, because apparently „outdated" clothes are only for broke street rats like us.
And yet, later on, that same Adidas look became the heart of our ultras culture. Especially the Adidas sneakers everyone called hooligans. Later Stone Island came into fashion too, way pricier, but a classic.
She turned her head toward me and our eyes met. I instantly looked away and kept walking toward the last empty desk.
Not because i was nervous or scared, hell no, but because i wasnt about to let any of them think i cared. It was obvious i was the only outsider here.
The back desk was the only free one. I dropped my backpack onto the floor and sat in the chair on the right. On the left side, there were already someones things neatly arranged, a notebook, a bottle of water, and some black jacket.
Probably a girl. Whatever, i wasnt planning on getting close to anyone here anyway.
I was already sick of them, and i hadnt even met them yet. This was going to be a long year, trust me.
Everyone already had their own groups, their own routines, their own little circles. And me... I was the guy on the outside. The guy who just dropped into their world like some extra without a single line.
I just hoped whoever sat next to me was at least normal, otherwise i lose my mind. The last thing i needed was some spoiled princess who cries the moment her nail polish chips.
I threw a quick look around the classroom, just to see whos who. A couple of guys in the front rows kept turning around to look at me, laughing at whatever crap they were whispering. Guarantee it was some stupid joke about me.
I leaned back in my chair, slouched down, and stared out the window, anything to avoid eye contact with anyone.
I hated this. New beginnings, new faces, the same dumb questions like.
„So where'd you transfer from?"
„Why'd you transfer?"
———- Kristina P.O.V ———-
This morning, when they told us we were getting a new student, i expected it to be just another guy from a rich family. But no, instead, some completely ordinary dude showed up, probably kicked out of his previous school for causing too much shit.
His face was all pissed off, like he was silently cursing the day he stepped into this classroom with us. By the way he stood and looked around, I think he came from a poor family, which is probably why theres already tension between him and us. Classic.
Every day i see more and more how people who arent in our position hate us. As if it's our fault they are unhappy with their own lives. Some throw all kinds of crap in my face, and others bad mouth me behind my back just because im the daughter of a wealthy businessman.
„Look at him, dressed like a hobo", Nađa muttered. (Nađa - Serbian female name).
Shes actually a really good friend, but she has this habit of judging people by the way they dress. I never liked that side of her.
Thats how it is when you are part of a wealthy family, everyone looks at you like you think you are above them, so its important to always look polished and put together. My mom keeps telling me i need to be pretty, neat, and smiling at all times, no matter what.
Under that annoyed expression, he actually had very short black hair. His beard was short too, that early masculine phase when its just starting to grow thicker. Just enough to give him that rough look.
His eyes were dark, really dark, the kind that pierce right through you like they are scanning who you are. He was very skinny, but you could still tell he had some muscle, and more importantly, attitude.
„Damn, Kristina. Look where the new guy sit", Mihajlo voice snapped me out of my thoughts. (Mihajlo - Serbian male name).
Seriously? He literally sat at mine and Nikolas spot. Like hes provoking on purpose.
And of course, Nikola being Nikola, the moment he saw what was happening, he headed straight toward our desk, pissed and puffed up like someone smashed his ego instead of just taking his chair.
You could see from a mile away he was ready for a fight. This was not going to end well...
I immediately went after him, trying to catch up before he did something stupid. Nikola was always that type, the most popular guy in school, surrounded by friends and girls who cling to him like flies on honey. His confidence was something you could physically feel, he walked like he owned the entire school.
„Bro, thats my seat!" he shouted, not too loud, but enough to sound threatening.
His aggressive tone sliced through the air. Classic Nikola, intimidation by volume was always step one.
My heart skipped a beat the moment their eyes clashed. The new guy stayed calm, indifferent, like he was looking at a toddler throwing a tantrum because he didnt get the toy he wanted.
He just stared back at Nikola with that cold expression and gave a small smirk. The dude seriously had guts and ice in his veins.
„Do you hear me, huh?" Nikola slammed his palm against the desk, trying to provoke him, force him to react instead of just sitting there quietly like he didnt give a damn. Silence... and then.
„So?" the new guy answered, as casually as possible.
The whole classroom fell quiet for a second. Everyone had gathered around our desk like they were watching a boxing match and not some stupid argument over a damn chair. Why did they even need this?
„Get up from my seat", i could see the anger flaring in Nikolas eyes. He was genuinely pissed, way more than anyone should be over a stupid chair.
But really, it wasn't about the seat. He was losing it because the new guy wasnt obeying him unlike the other guys who usually bowed down at his feet. Since freshman year, nobody in our class or even in the whole school had dared to stand up to him physically. Until now...
Part of me wanted to jump in and stop this idiotic fight, but the other part told me to stay quiet and step back. What if they start throwing punches? The teacher was about to walk in, and these two were literally standing on the edge of a brawl.
The new guy just gave a bitter smirk and threw it right back at Nikola. „I dont give a fuck, man."
Amazing. All reason and logic go straight out the window when ego and male pride take over. This wasnt an argument anymore, this was a war of egos. And i could only wonder who snap first and make the first move.
„Im telling you one last time. Get off my seat and get the hell away from my spot!"
„As far as i see, the seat was empty until i sat down. I dont see your stuff anywhere", the new guy cut him down like a knife. Completely calm, which only pissed Nikola off even more.
„Who do you think you are? Do you even know who i am, you dumbass?"
„Yeah, man. Just another spoiled daddys boy, right?"
And that was it. Like he snapped every nerve in Nikolas body. Nikola instantly grabbed the new guy by the front of his hoodie and yanked him upward with all his strength, forcing him to stand face to face.
They were the same height. Same aggressive stare.
The tension radiated off them like heat. Both of them were burning inside, and it was only a matter of time before things got even worse.
„What did you say?! You want me to smash your face in?!"
Nikola leaned in, practically nose to nose with him and the new guy reacted instantly.
In a split second, he pushed Nikola with all his strength. Nikola flew backward, stumbled over the bench, and slammed onto the floor, hitting his head against the metal leg of the table behind him.
„Hey! Hey! Calm down, both of you!" I shouted, rushing toward Nikola.
He was lying on the ground, holding the back of his head, clearly dazed. Looked like he hit his head hard. I knew something like this would happen. My instincts are never wrong.
„Nikola, are you okay?" I crouched beside him, hands shaking as i moved his hair aside to check if he was bleeding. My chest tightened he couldve seriously hurt himself.
I didnt always find him likable far from it but this... I didnt want to see this.
„Im fine, Im fine", he muttered through gritted teeth. His eyes were blurry, like he didnt even know where he was, yet he still tried to stand up and hit the new guy back.
I turned toward the new guy, not even sure what i expected from him. An apology? Some explanation? At least a hint of regret? Nothing.
Nikola could been seriously hurt, thank God he wasnt, but still.
The new guy stood there beside the desk, calm as ever, like nothing happened. His arms relaxed, shoulders loose... like moments ago he didnt throw someone to the ground.
„Hey! You, come here!" Mihajlo was already charging in to defend Nikola, hand reaching toward the new guy, but the teachers voice froze him in place like a bucket of ice water.
„What is going on here, children?" she asked from the doorway.
Her presence sliced through the tension instantly.32Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsMQCMEz6yp
The crowd that had formed around us scattered at the speed of light, everyone rushing back to their seats in panic.
„Nothing, teacher. We are just getting to know the new student", Mihajlo jumped in before anyone else could even open their mouth.
„I hope that's true..." she answered suspiciously.
„Everyone sit down! Today we're working on exercises, textbook page 201, where we stopped last class".
I returned to my seat, right next to the new guy, who stubbornly refused to move from Nikolas place. I pulled the textbook out of my backpack and flipped to page 201, but... my focus was gone. My eyes kept drifting toward him.
He was still calm. Still collected. As if nothing had happened. As if he didnt just knock Nikola to the ground minutes ago.
How can someone be that composed... and that unaware that he could've seriously injured him?
Worst of all, now i was the one stuck sitting next to him for the rest of the year. If he keeps being stubborn about this seat, Im doomed to a daily headache.
Nikola sat right in front of us, of course. He kicked Laki off his chair like he was a piece of furniture in his way. Even though he had his back to me, I felt a little safer seeing him right there. Close. (Laki - Serbian male username).
I tried to calm down, but the air between our desks was painfully uncomfortable. The tension was brutal. Nikola and Mihajlo would never let this go first class and it was already war mode.
They get revenge the first chance they got. I knew them too well. The new guy had no idea he had just started a war with my boyfriend.
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