Nick [part 8]
--------Nick's P.O.V
I just looked at Joe, who was grinning in spite of a very swollen nose, finally I replied.
Nick: "I'm new here, Mr. Prince. Why would I hit someone I don't know? Today is my first day, and I came to enroll. Here are me the records from Texas."
You could tell Mr. Prince didn't believe either of us, but he had morning announcements to make, a sick teacher's class to cover, and a call to make to the custodian to get some salt on the front steps, so since the danger seemed to be over her let it go.
Mr. Prince: "Take your stuff to the secretary in room 102" he told me.
Mr. Prince: "And Joe, get to class!"
We watched as Mr. Prince waddled as he headed down the hall. Ben put his book bag under his coat, and pretended to huff and sweat and roll. He burst into laughter as soon as Mr.Prince could not hear us.
I echoed his laughter. It felt good to laugh. It was almost as satisfying as that right hook into Joe's nose.
Nick: "Why'd you help me?" I asked, laughing again
Nick: "Why didn't you tell him I hit you? I punched you really hard."
Joe: "Well, fortunately, I had spare set of bulbs and I could see you had some issues that had nothing to do with me. Am I right?"
Nick: "Yeah, man. I just got here and nothing was going right and I want to be back in Texas, and then some kid with green hair knocks me down."
Joe: "Hey, tomorrow it will be blue! I like being original If you ever see me looking ordinary, you got permission to punch me out again. I gotta get to class. What's your name dude? I gotta know who redecorated me face."
Nick: "Nick. I'm Nick Jonas."
Joe: "I'm Joe! Joe Olsen. Later dude"
Nick: "Later, and thanks"
I thought about the incident with Joe as I wait for the secretary with the blue eyeliner to check his papers and give him a class schedule. I could be getting kicked out of school, instead of checking in. If it had been me getting punched by a crazed stranger, I would have punched him, not helped him. Amazing dude, that Joe.
I got my schedule, sighed, and headed to the fourth floor for my math class. The halls were mostly empty by now, with crumpled paper and candy wrappers littering the floor. I could hear Mr. Prince's monotone voice making the morning announcements, stuff about SAT registration forms, and tardy slips, and the basketball game tomorrow night. None of it had any meaning for him as he checked all the closed doors in that long, dark hallway but couldn't find room 407. I saw 405, 406, then the numbers jumped to 412 and 413. Why do schools do this stuff to kids?
Person: "Yo, Chico, you lost?" The voice came from the end of the hall.
Nick: "Yeah, man, and my name's not Chico"
Person: "You look like a Chico to me. Room 407 is around the corner in the new wing...........Chico"
I walked toward him, my anger returning, but the boy disappeared into a classroom. All I saw was that he had on purple sweats. I was frowning when I walked into 407. That "Chico" comment made me tense and irritated. White people in Texas called Hispanic people "Chico" to insult us. And, at home it was mostly the Anglo gang members who used it. This was not a good sign.
The math teacher, a tall, skinny man with a really cheap hairpiece that slid whenever he moved his head and did not match his graying hair, he looked at me and smiled.
Teacher: "Welcome, Nick. You can take that seat behind Brandy. Are you a good math student, or will you fit right in with my friends sitting here who think math was made up by horrible people.
Nick: "You mean it wasn't?" I grinned. The teacher, Mr. Whitehead, rolled his eyes and smiled again.
Teacher: "Yep, you're going to fit right in here! Here's a textbook We're on page 155"
Most of the kids ignored me. A few girls looked over at me with interest, but nobody spoke or even smiled. They seemed to pay more attention to the fresh snow that was falling than to the discussion about math. Large, flat flakes floated slowly at first, then thick like falling cloud bits, covering the dirt and grayness of the city. I watched also, admiring the beauty of the falling snow, and wishing it could cover all the darkness and fear I felt inside as well.
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