Teach Me How To Love: Chapter One

"Who is he?" Desiree's friend, Megan asked.
"I don't know, but I heard he's the bad kind." Desiree said as she grabbed her books out of her locker.
"What do you mean?" Megan asked curiously.
"You know, he's a druggie and he's got a record." Desiree explained.
"How? He's totally cute." Megan remarked as she stared at him at bit her lower lip.
Desiree rolled her eyes and shoved her friend, "You're boy crazy!" she laughed.
They walked down the hall giggling, passing Alex.
Alex watched them walk past and leaned against the locker. One was bleach blond and slightly chubby while the other was slim with chestnut brown hair. He sighed. This was the fifth new school he had been to in the past three years. He kept getting kicked out, due to violent behavior and and drug use.
The bell rang and he reluctantly walked to class.
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Alex sat down in Geography and openned his textbook. He felt eyes staring at him so he turned to look. Desiree sat there studying him from across the room, when she saw him look she turned away. Alex felt embarressed. Did they know about him? Why was she looking at him strangely? He turned back to face the front of the classroom and continued listening to the lecture.
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Desiree sat down next to Megan in the cafeteria and openned up her water bottle.
"Where have you been?" Megan asked, "You were supposed meet me here five minutes ago!"
"Sorry, it's just..." Desiree stopped and looked around, then she leaned in and whispered, "That new kid, Alex I think, he grabbed his backpack and snuck into the boys bathroom after class."
"So?" Megan asked.
Desiree leaned back and raised her eyebrow at her friend.
"What?" Megan asked.
"I think he has drugs in his backpack." Desiree whispered.
"Des---"
"Megan, you know I'm not like that, but I really think he's a criminal."
"Des, I really think you're being obsessive about this."
"No I'm not, I just thought this was, you know, a safer school." Desiree argued.
"Yeah, it is a safer school so if he is doing drugs they will catch him." she said simply.
Desiree let out a sigh, "I guess you're right."
"Duh, I'm always right." Megan said and the subject was dropped.
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Alex dropped his backpack on the bathroom floor and looked in the mirror. He was average height for his age. He had brown, almost black hair. But, the feature everyone always remembered him by were his eyes. They were a light, pale shade of blue. They looked scared, though. 
He turned his head and leaned into the mirror. His hair was a bit long, but it was long for a reason. He moved his hair and looked at a purple bruise that had been hidden under his hair.
"Uhhhhh!" he groaned.
He pushed away from the mirror and dug through his backpack. He finally pulled out a bag of marijuana cigerettes and a lighter. He grabbed his bag and shut himself in a stall, lit the cigarette, and took a long pull off of it.