Oh god, oh god.. you thought. You had your H/C hair wrapped in a messy bun with strands messily stuck out as you hobbled to the front door where your bookbag and white Vans were located. You were dressed in simple jean suspenders, with a white and grey collared dress with its collars out of place. I'm going to be so late! you thought. It was already 8:27, and you, a "responsible, discerning Senior", was going to be late if you didn't run to the school. You slammed the vans on, not bothering about the fact that they were pinching at your heels as you swung open the door with a bookbag on your shoulder. As if you had enough trouble, the bookbag from last year had these ugly, skeptical poems that last year you had defined as "spiritual".
You walked past several people in the hall, trying to read some map that the school had given you to read since you had only arrived to this school once. Today. You passed a particular senior to your right, as his tan hair and black hairline stood out. You glanced at him only for a small while as you tripped, spilling your textbooks and pencils on the glossy checkered grounds of the hallway. Your facial expression turned distant, as if you were asking, Are you fucking kidding me? to yourself. The tan haired boy walked over, bending down and helping you pick up the books, even though you never asked.., staring you straight into your stimulating, sinful E/C eyes as he ran his hand through his hair. Oh great, a flirt. you murmured inside your head. You weren't fooled by him, although you did seem interested in his hazel, pained eye colors. Nonsense. You snapped back to reality as he helped you up along with your bookbag and held out his hand. "I'm Jean. are you ..new here?" You nodded, your hair shaking along with your head. "I'm Y/N." you retorted quite loudly and despicably on accident. Jean nodded back, letting you carry on to your next class.
You studied the door, and the number. E105, your first period. Math. You groaned, opening the door to see a hurry of students picking desks, and you decided to sit next to a seemingly solemn blonde haired girl, who's hair was pulled back in a bun. You gawked at her for a few seconds, noting at how menacing she looked as you turned your head back around. During that class, all you pretty much did was try to avoid glances from a strangely handsome black haired boy. Yet, all the other girls in the class did the exact opposite, trying to get attention from "Levi Ackerman" as they had squealed to eachother. Other than that, being picked on by the huge ass eyebrow man, named Mr. Smith who was infact, your math teacher. As the bell rung, the class headed out in quiet forms. Wow, you thought as everyone solemnly poured out into the hall.
Hi guyss! Next chapter will be on the following day, the 25th of November. Stay tuned and comment your opinions so far! c:
~ Allison