HANDSOME SCAR FACE, SAM (BL)

COPYING GEORGE

The white shirt I wore for school uniform it's from my previous school, so I have to buy new school uniform, since everyone there looks so neat but not like George. I went inside the shop that sell school uniforms only with back packs and I found everything I need, also with the same backpack as George's and a belt also. I went to the salon to shave my hair to make a fade cut, my hair is kind of cream white, and my skin tone is white, I am a white person same as my surname.

Everyone looked at me with their dropped jaws when I walked inside the classroom, I made sure I come a minute before the first class because I know everyone will be in class including him, George. I know my scars are very much appealed now because my previous hairstyle was little bit hiding them because it was a bowl hairstyle. Seeing George with that menace, evil look I found that very funny and I was surely expecting that look from him.

I walked slowly toward him with my full brightest smile, and he was so pissed, not pleased to see me.

"Morning, I hope you will rest from Sir. William words for saying you should tell me how to dress properly. Do I look nice?" I said when I sat down on my desk staring at him and his menace face was a dream come true.

How dare he? He even has some nerves to ask me that question, and he also have bought same belt and backpack as mine. Is he a psycho? Or trying to annoy me? It won't work, I just have to work well on my studies, I practiced the whole night including chess, I always compete with my cyber friends, that's how I practice at home.

It's ten minutes break I made my way out, just to be away from Sam to breathe a little. I went to the different tap water that most people don't know about. I chilled there until the short break is over, and I was so glad that I was not being disturbed at all. I have no friends, I don't have a specific person that I can call my friend, most learners here they are afraid of me because I am genius, and some say that I am arrogant and I don't know but it doesn't matter, this is my last year to tertiary next year. My school it's for boys only.

I was walking with a slight of smile on my face because I got a little break from everyone especially Sam until I found him drinking water.

"Why are you drinking from my bottle?" I said when I arrived to him after taking the bottle from his hands harshly making the water to spill and splash all over his face and he just smile that was the end of it, I was really pissed, I could feel the smoke coming out of my ears and nose.

How could he smile from this situation! Is he a retard?

I cleared my throat before answering George who was boiling from anger, "This is my bottle, and there's your bottle in your hand," I said pointing at my bottle to his bottle with my calm voice.

I really didn't realize that I had my bottle on me, but I won't apologize because he is also wrong for copying me.

"So, you won't apologize?" I asked George who just sat down without any mercy.

"Stop copying me, then you won't encounter this kind of problem again," I answered Sam boldly.

"That harsh," I said while taking out my small pillow same as his, but with a different color, mine is baby pink and his is baby yellow, our pillows are U-Shape pillows and heard him gasping.

I walked inside the chess club after everyone is there because I was drinking my orange juice first because their first rule is: No food allowed. I saw Pat wide smile and he just wanted to burst in laughter, but he holds his laughter so well, and I just minded my own business when they all looked at me.

"Why?" Pat asked me to hold his laughter.

"Isn't this how we are supposed to wear?" I asked Pat with a confused look.

"Yeah, but... never mind," Pat said brushes his words away, "Let's start our practicing."

Pat can play chess well but he's not smart as George, George he's very smart and I know today he came fully ready to skin me alive with chess, but I am ready for any challenge he wants to give me. Then it was my time to play with the Master of Chess, Mr. George, well I don't know his last name.

I saw him making a move and I know that I learnt it somewhere, the grinning starts to appear on his face. I took time to make my move as I am trying so hard to think where I saw this move, or have I learnt it?

I got him, I know with this move, only few people know it. I have been winning with this move when we go national competition, and I can use it with many different tricks.

"Just give up, I won, there's no way you can beat this, this is white lion move," I said while giving him a smirk.

That was it, a white lion. I learnt from white lion, there was an old man who were always playing chess and I learnt chess from he saw how I was interested in it when he was playing at an old age where my grandmother. And now I wonder how George knows him and his club's name I think it's derived from him.

I rested my right elbow on the table and hold my face by my chin and used my left hand to make that one final move.

"Game over." I said with a wide bright smile with my both elbows rested on table holding both my cheeks.

And he gave me a big frown, then hissed after taking his backpack and storm out of the chess club room.

"Wow! I am impressed, George never had a challenger before and I am really sad for him now, and where did you learn all of these?" Pat asked with an impressed face.

"Let's just say, I was made to challenge him," I answered with a chuckle after my words.