Too Young To Live This Way

I peel my eyes open slowly, my face squished into the pillow. For a moment, I lie still, before I remember, today is my first day at this new school. I can only hope for the best.
I glance around my bedroom, taking in the soft morning light. I should probably get up? Maybe not... I think about what might happen today, fingers crossed I make at least one friend! I guess nothing can get worse than the last place? Who knows... I sigh, then roll out of bed, and stretch.

After a quick shower, I pull on my favourite Slipknot tanktop, and a dark grey hoodie. I tug the sleeve cuffs down over my hands, so my arms are completely covered. First impressions count, and I think it'll be better if my tattoos aren't BOOM in your face. In the last school, they all assumed I was some kind of emo creep, simply because I have permanent artwork. I make no attempt to cover my chest piece though, as it's a little obvious either way. I pull on skinny jeans, and drag my fingers through my dippy fringe. I glance myself up and down in the mirror. Okay, I guess. I look like me, and that's what matters, as long as I can keep my identity, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks; that's what my Mom always said, before-
''You all set, Aus?'' My Dads voice calls up the stairs, shaking me out of my thoughtful daze.
''Coming!" I reply, dashing down the staircase. I grab myself some cereal, and make normal conversation with Dad.
''You alright?'' He asks, looking me up and down.
''I'm good, I hope this new place is good as well.'' I nod, shoving Cheerios into my mouth rapidly.
''Good good.'' Dad replies, and within minute i'm out the door.
I breath in the October air, and plug my headphones in. Chelsea Grin starts playing in my ears, and I smile, good choice iPod. Good choice.
My first lesson is Math, but before we start, and they drag me up I front of the class to introduce myself.
''Go on, introduce yourself.'' Whispers the teacher, poking me in the back. I flinch away from her touch, wincing.
''Uh, i'm Austin, I just moved here from Florida, and... I like music.'' I blush slightly, and run to a corner, dumping my stuff. I'm halfway through a bunch of pointless equations, when the door opens again.
''Mornin' Miss.'' Says a loud voice. I look up and see a guy with ginger hair, hazel eyes, and a large smirk.
''Sit down. Is this going to be a frequent thing, Mr. Ashby? You were late all last year, what's your excuse now?'' The teacher snaps grumpily.
''Family crisis.'' Says the ginger, with another smirk. Can't be all that bad, if he's smiling.
The arrogant stranger glares around the room, and flops into the only free chair, which happens to be right next to me. Great, I think to myself, The arrogant dick of the class, next to me. This is going to be a long lesson.
''Who are you?'' He says rudely, completely ignoring the quietness of the rest of the class.
''I'm new, my name's Austin, Austin Carlile.'' I introduce myself in a murmur, and he nods in acknowledgement. He continues to stare at me, making me feel uncomfortable.
''Huh. I'm Alan.'' He replies eventually, earning himself a glare from the teacher.
''Uh huh, cool.'' I mutter, trying to be friendly while not pissing off the teacher, who is flashing death-looks.
''Mr. Ashby! Stop talking right now!" Miss swoops over like a hawk, standing over us as I do my equations, and Alan slowly gets his stuff out. I spot a folder covered in band stickers, and smile slightly when I see Slipknot, before returning to my work.
After a moment, I realise Alan is looking at me from the corner of his eye. I return his gaze, meeting his hazel eyes with a small, hopeful smile. His mouth twitches as if he doesn't know whether to smile or not, then he turns away.
What was that?
Did I manage to scare off the first person to talk to me, with just one glance?

Notes

Welcome to my fanfic, future me.