A girl named Finn

Jack I f*****g hate moving. And more so I hate unpacking. I hate first days. I hate new schools. I hate bobble-head cheerleaders. I hate steroid-induced stupid jocks. I f*****g hate silly girls and I f*****g hate silly boys. I think you get the point, right? But mostly I hate my dad and his stupid job. I hate that we have to move every couple of months because of him, and my mother just goes along with each decision he makes. I hate that my little sister, Sarah, has to make new friends each time. I hate that I have to watch her sit and cry in the car as we drive away from her friends every few years. As she gets older it's getting harder for her to make friends and breaking into those pre-established circles. It was easier when she was, like four. All kids are cool at that age, all kids are worthy of being a new friend. When you get older you have to pass this 'test' first. And Sarah is good at passing these bullshit tests. But it's getting harder. And she doesn't deserve it. This is my final year, final semester. I should have known that it was ridiculous for me to think I would actually finish my final year in one school. Staying in one place for more than twelve consecutive months, would be a f*****g miracle. Next year I move on to college. Of the five I have applied to I have been conditionally accepted by three. I haven't decided where I'll end up. But I will. I still have time. So today is our first day at our new school. Sarah is in sixth grade. So depending on how long we stay here, there might be hope for her to find a new clique to hang out with. I don't stand a chance of fitting in. So I don't even bother. Not that I actually have any interest in making friends with these brainless fools. All these kids walk around like drones, complete stereotypes. It doesn't take a genius to recognize how the school is divided. Jocks, cheerleaders & nerds. It's a small town, so there isn't that much diversity here. I don't fall into any of those categories. I guess the main reason would be the tattoos. The tattoos were mainly to piss off my dad initially, which was very effective. But turns out I actually like them, so I keep getting more. And it's true what they say, that s**t is addictive as hell. Now I have no naked skin left on both my arms and back, and yet it still doesn't feel like enough. The tattoos help keep most people at bay, so I don't mind. And the few that dare to come close, are just trying to fulfil some rebellious fantasy, which works in my favour, most times. Exiting the admin building, I manage to make my way to my first class, AP Trig. I said I wasn't a nerd, I didn't say I wasn't smart. And just as I am about to successfully fade into the background, I hear a voice I am sure will annoy me for many days to come. "Hi, I am Cindy! You're the new kid?" Cindy, great! Even her name is annoying. And from the sounds of it, she isn't very bright, but her boobs are huge. Please tell me she isn't in my class. "So...what's your name?" Cindy is completely oblivious to the fact that I am trying to ignore her. Pushing her boobs out a bit more, she bats her eyelashes, ineffectively. "Jack", I say with my eyes firmly frozen on the huge t**s basically being shoved in my face. Yes, I looked. Thankfully the teacher walks into the class and I follow suite, leaving Cindy and her boobs in the hallway. The teacher starts her lesson and thankfully doesn't embarrass the new kid by making me stand in the front of the class and introduce myself. I think she just became my new favourite teacher. Now I might actually have to learn her name. Looking around, I take in my surroundings. The school looks pretty much the way I expected it to look. It's a small town. With small town kids. If there are two hundred kids here, I would be surprised. From where I am sitting I can see the other buildings of the school. It all seems to be arranged around a fountain. The fountain is surrounded by grass, some trees and benches. It's a little strange for a high school. But I usually find everything strange in small towns. Judging by how quickly Cindy recognized me as the new kid, I am guessing it's one of those everyone-knows-everyone kind of towns. Great, this should make it easier to blend in. Not that I could, even if I wanted to; which I don't. The attempted subtle glances I am getting from the rest of the class would have been annoying, if it wasn't expected. The girls are checking me out and the boys are sizing me up. Don't get me wrong I don't care either way, because I am not interested in any of them. But attempt some discretion for f***s sake. I just need to focus on getting through these last few weeks. And if I manage to get laid in that time, it wouldn't be the worst thing that can happen. Cindy-boobs seem keen, if I can handle being annoyed for that long. I really hope that things are better for Sarah though. Twenty seconds to the bell. I need to get to my next class before Cindy speaks to me again. How can one person be that annoying in such a short span of time? The bell rings, and I am sprinting to the door. Next class is English, and it's somewhere to the left. I know this courtesy of the hand drawn map I had received from the school secretary in the admin building. But first I need to get away from Cindy. Shit! In my hurry to get away from Cindy, I seemed to have left common sense behind. Of course rushing off without watching where you are going would inevitably end up with you colliding with something or in this case someone. "s**t! Sorry!" Oh s**t! I knocked her flat on her ass. Trying to get her back on her feet and continuing on my quest to English would have been a lot faster if I wasn't trapped by her eyes. Holy s**t! It's....it's...it's... pretty? Huh, did I just say pretty? "s**t, your eyes?" She narrows her eyes at me and stares daggers, which makes her look even hotter. Yanking her arm out of my reach she huffs and walks off. Left in her wake, my head is still reeling as a result of the intense exchange we just had, or was it just me. I have never seen eyes that intense, eyes that ....hot. Can eyes be hot? Fuck, I sound like a girl in a sappy teen romance novel. "Hey Jack hold up. Where's your next class" Flinching at the sound of Cindy's voice and realising my escape attempt had failed, I turn to face Cindy and simply point in the direction I think I should be going. She takes the page out of my hand, containing my schedule and takes it upon herself to become my personal tour guide. Great! "So is Jack like a family name?"