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Just My Luck

Alex's POV

First day at a new school and I'm already late! Well hello to detention. Who am I kidding, me and detention are best friends. I have no idea where to go to. I'll try finding the headmaster's office. Slowly I walk in a random direction, in which I hope is the headmaster's office. Aha I found it, why am I excited at this? Ugh, I decided that standing outside wouldn't help. Knock, knock.

"Come in." I hear from the other side of the door. Oh jeez, guess I need to go in.

"Uh... Hi. I'm Alex Russo. I've just moved here from New York." I nervously say.

"Ah Miss Russo, I'm Mr Taylor, please have a seat and wait until I have assigned Miss Munroe a classroom and timetable." He says as he nods towards a seat.

I ignored him but took a seat anyway, next to apparently the new teacher.

"Miss Munroe if you could have a look at your timetable. If it is acceptable I will show you to your new class in the English department." My question was apparently answered.

"Yes, this is perfect! Thank you so much for the offer and I will gladly accept it." She answered, with a smile.

Oh my. That smile could light up the darkest places, it's amazing and beautiful. Just like her. Wait did I just think that? About a teacher too? Oh no, today is gonna be one of those days.

"Oh Miss Russo, here is your timetable. And your homeroom is with Miss Munroe, oh and she will also be your English teacher." I was told as I followed, Mr Taylor and Miss Munroe to the class. As we enter there's the rest of the class waiting for a teacher. As Mr Taylor walks in the class goes deadly silent. Huh students must be scared of him. I don't see why he seems like a nice guy. Oh well.

"Class this is your new homeroom teacher Miss Munroe and some of you may have her for English. I'll leave it to you now." He smiled and walked out of the class.

I walked over to an empty seat, at the back. I felt out of place here and I knew if I was here any longer, it'll be harder to not fall for Miss Munroe. Why did she have to be so beautiful? Why did I have to be in homeroom and English with her? Just my luck.

Sonny's POV

First day today and I have a homeroom class, then a free period straight away. Things are looking good for the day; I just hope I haven't jinxed that. Oh well I better introduce myself to the class.

"Hey guys, I'm Miss Munroe and as you've just been told I'm your homeroom teacher and some of you will have me for English. So I hope we'll get along with each other, I'm not strict unless you make me like that. So let's enjoy a new year at school." I stated simply with a smile.

The class was a nice bunch of kids who all got along, apart from Alex. Since she was new to the school, I could understand why she was quiet. But she doesn't look like the quiet type. She was an extremely beautiful girl. Wait why am I thinking this... she is a student.

Homeroom went by quickly and now for a free period, maybe I should take a walk around the school just to get used to the place. Big places and me don't mix well guess I'll have to adjust. As I look up, I realise Alex is still sitting there.

"Alex, why aren't you going to class?" She looks up, and the emotion on her face I can't quite pinpoint.

"Uhm, I have a free period." She answers while standing to show me her schedule.

"You don't need to show me your schedule, I believe you." A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "I have one too, as you can tell by the empty class. Do you want to join me in walking around the school, till next period?" I answer while laughing slightly at my lame joke.

"Uhm... Sure." She seems unsure of her answer, I wonder why. Maybe it's because she's new.

"You don't have to, but I could use the company." I ask with a smile, trying to ease her into accepting the offer. It seems to have worked because she smiles for the first time. And that's one smile I won't forget soon.

"Sure, let's go." Now it's my turn to smile genuinely.