It was pretty damn east coast for a west coast school, Stuart thought, entering Beacon Hills High for the first time. Nothing like Ridgewood, but awfully similar to the other high schools in New Orleans. Hopefully, that meant it would be just as easy to navigate. Just from looking at it, he could determine that it wouldn't be very hard. The hallways weren't labelled, but it didn't take someone with a genius-level IQ to figure out.
It didn't hurt that Stuart did.
He was studying his schedule intently, keeping his eyes on that instead of his surroundings. It wasn't the wisest thing to do, but he would only take a few moments before being able to put the paper away for the rest of the day, instead of being the kid who basically clung to it all day hopelessly. Of course, instead, that meant he was the dumbass who ran straight into someone as he figured out a quick way to memorize his schedule and teachers.
Now, he'd done this before, with his phone being in place of a piece of paper he'd throw away later. The person he'd bumped into was taller than him by a few inches, and definitely bigger, so, odds were, if Stuart were to keep walking, if this person wanted to get violent, as many boys at Ridgewood had been, he'd probably get beaten up pretty quickly. Besides, it was a new school, and though he didn't really care what people thought of him, he knew that being an identical twin and also being a jackass would probably resort in one of them getting beaten up. So, huffing out a sigh, he let his eyes trail upward, brows raised high.
"Sorry," he muttered, looking the boy up and down a couple of times before returning his eyes to his schedule and stepping back a few paces.
