The icebreaker lasted until the bell rang and by that time, we've barely covered the first thirty odd students with still a few more to go tomorrow. I quickly exited the room, silently hoping to myself that no one would take the teacher's suggestion and start asking me questions, and began searching for my next room: Science. Soon enough, I found it and I was sort of glad that not all the seats were taken up. I found a seat for myself in the middle on the right hand side, a seat with a view for it was right next to the window and I could look outside instead of at the class.
The bell rang for class to start and a mass of students flooded in through the door at the last second. As I absentmindedly glanced at the flood slowly dwindle down to just a few students, a cute guy caught my eye. His unnaturally orange hair was the first thing that made me notice him and, as I watched him from the corner of my eye, he started to get cuter and cuter the closer he got. Holy crap! He's coming this way! What do I do?! What do I do?! No…I shouldn't do anything. Just look out the window, don't look at him! The guy with the orange hair then plopped down in the seat right next to mine and began to chat with a small group of guys on the other side of him. I sighed mentally as I focused on the trees flowing in the breeze outside, Well, I guess I got my hopes up for nothing. I should stop doing that. I always do that, whenever I see a cute guy and he starts walking my way, I always think he's gonna start talking to me. Anyways, he could be a jerk for all I know.
The teacher then walked into the room, "Alright class, where you are sitting right now is going to be your seats for the rest of the year."
A few shouts of joy and several groans of disappointment were heard. I rolled my eyes; she let us choose our seats. It's your own fault if you don't like where you sit.
"Now, now, I don't wanna hear it." She was a tall lady with a pair of red librarian glasses sitting precariously on her stubby nose. She then stood in front of my row, her hands clasped behind her back like a drill sergeant. "This row and this row," she pointed to my row and the only one right next to ours, "will be partners for any lab or pair projects we have this year. And the same for the next pair of rows and the next and the next."
I felt stomach jump into my throat for a moment. So, that means I have to be partners with orange hair guy? I felt my cheeks turn pink and then die down. Well, I hope I can at least get along with him.
"Now then, please turn and face your partner and I want you two to share a little bit about yourselves since you'll be stuck with them for the entire year…unless I decide differently."
I glanced at the guy next to me and I saw him turn to face me, so I did the same. I noticed him study me and I unintentionally studied him in return.
"Well?" he said, crossing his slightly tanned arms over his chest, wrinkling the boys' black suit uniform, the alternating black and white beads of his bracelet clinking together on his left wrist.
"W-well what?"
"Well, aren't you gonna introduce yourself?"