New people Chapter 1: cpov
I'm walking through the hallway at J.S. Thompson high. I can't find the principals office. I bump into someone and fall on my butt.
"Watch where your-" the person stops mid sentence.
I look up it's a jock a pretty good looking one too. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He is wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.
"I am so sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." I say quickly getting up, hoping I haven't made any enemies yet.
"No, its my fault," the boy says, "my name is Derek Venturi."
"I'm Camille Dubois" I reply with my thick French accent.
"What kind of accent is that?" Derek asks.
"French mon père is French." I reply.
"Are you new to Toronto?" Derek asks.
"Is it really that obvious?" I ask chuckling. I tried to make sure I dressed like someone from here, but some things you just can't hide.
"Yeah. Hey! Do you need help finding something?"
"That would be lovely, Derek. Do you by any chance know where the office is?" I ask him.
"Of course," He replies, while chuckling to himself. Seems like there in a joke that I missed.
He walks me to the office and opens the door holding it open for me. What a gentleman. I walk in and he follows right behind me. He is so close that I can feel the heat from his body on my back. I look around seeing a long desk right in front of me, with a man behind it. Further behind the man, there are more smaller desks. There are some older ladies behind those desks. I see the ladies glance up at us, then look back down at their computers in front of them. They continue to madly type away. Looking at the walls they are pale blue, looking like they probably need a new coat of paint.
"What did you do this time, Derek?" the man with grey hair and a suit said.
"Nothing, Principal Lassiter. I'm just helping out a new student." Derek said sweetly.
This is probably the inside joke that I missed before. He probably gets in trouble and ends up in the office quiet a bit.
"Oh, hello, you must be Camille Dubois. We have been expecting you. I'm principal Lassiter. Welcome to J.S. Thompson High." The principal said.
"Hi," I said quietly. I generally have trouble meeting new people. It is strange that I am comfortable with Derek already. Usually I am a lot more shy, then I was with him. It could be the shock of bumping into him.
"Let's get your schedule and Derek can show you around today." Principal said
"Do I have to?" Derek whines. "I don't want to."
"Detention?" principal said. Wait, what is this detention? Well Derek seems to really dislike it. I will have to make sure I don't get this detention.
"I'll be more then happy to show her around." Derek agreed with a fake happy voice and smile on his beautiful face.
"Here is your schedule." Principal said to me while handing me a piece of paper I couldn't read nor understand. I hope Derek can help me out.
"Can I see what classes you have?" Derek asked politely, holding his hand out for I'm guessing the piece of paper. I hand it to him. "We have all the same classes." He says while opening the office door. He holds it open for me again. This time I have to duck under his arm to get out the door. We start to walk down the hall. "First class is this way." He leads me in the direction of our first class, I guess.
"What does detention mean?" I ask
"It means you have to stay after school and do nothing, its boring." He replies.
"Well, that is a waste of everyone's time" I tell him.
"You didn't have that at your old school?" He asks.
"No, if we disobeyed the staff, we would have to do manual labour. Such as cleaning the halls or scrubbing the walls. I know a few boys who had to paint a hallway." I tell him. I look down at the sheet in his hand, remembering that I have no idea what that is. I point to the sheet he is holding. "What is this?" I ask him. I feel my cheeks get pink.
"That's your schedule. It tells you where and when you have to be somewhere."
"Why do I have to be here at 1 o'clock in the morning?"
"No, that means 1 after lunch."
"Well, that is different."
We walk the rest of the way to class in a comfortable silence. I can feel him looking at me, at different times. I notice that there are students seemingly running in the halls. They seem to be late for something. Derek opens the door and walks in the room. I follow behind he trying to turn invisible, as the whole class looks up and stares at us. The teacher suddenly stops teaching and looks at us as well.
"Derek why are you late?" the teacher asks. That explains it. I guess the bell rang while we were in the office. "And who is this behind you?"
"Because I was showing the new student around." He replies
"Go take your seat." He goes and sits at the back of the class one side of him a guy with blonde hair starts talking to him on the other is an empty seat.
"Now, what is you name sweetie?" the teacher asks me
"My name is Camille Dubois." I tell her quietly.
"Where are you from Camille?"
"Paris, France." I really wish she would let me go and disappear. I can feel the whole classes eyes on my back.
"My name is Miss Argue and I'm going to be your English teacher for the semester. Why don't you go take a seat beside Derek?"
"Okay" I whisper and walk over to the seat. Someone sticks out their foot to trip me. I step over it. Are kids here still this immature? I sit down and face the board. Miss Argue starts talking about novel reading. I inwardly groan, when I realize that I have already read this book in French. My English reading skill are not overly good. I would get the general idea of he book, but not the details. I look and the boy with blonde hair and Derek. They are both still talking. The continue to talk all through the class, clearly not caring about their education. The bell finally rings. I gather my stuff quickly. I look up to see Derek and the other boy waiting for me at the door. I go walk up to them.
"I'm Sam." The guy says sticking out his hand.
I look at it funny. Not really understanding why I would shake his hand. He lets it drop slowly to his side again, when I don't take it.
"We ready to go kiddies?" Derek says while snickering at us both.
"I am ready to go. How about you Sam?" I ask
"I'm ready, but I don't have class with you guys next." He walks away in the other direction.
I frown. "Does he not like me?" I ask.
"No, he does. He just doesn't want to be late for his next class and it's across the school. Shall we get a move on?" we start walking to class Derek gets a lot of, hey Derek's. He must be very popular. A girl with tied back brown hair glares at him. I wonder if that's an ex-girlfriend of his. I gain the courage to ask him.
"Who was that glaring at you, Derek?"
"That is my step sister Casey."
"Why is she so glaring to you? Are you mean to her?"
"Because when she first moved into my house she wanted my room, but I wouldn't give it to her. So she doesn't like me and her house hold used to be only girls now there and two boys not including my dad." He explains.
"Are you mean to her?" I ask again.
"Yeah all the time." He laughs.
"I do not understand why she would expect you to give up your room. You were there first" I say. "As for being rude to her, I would avoid that. I bet it has created more problems then there mean to be. My brother and I rarely fight. Him and I are very close." I am smiling, thinking of my brother.
"Is he really young? Cause, I have little sister I never fight with."
"No, he is 20, but he loves me very much and won't let me forget it. His name is Julliano."
"That's sweet of him. I would never let my little sister forget it either."
"Don't you love Casey too?"
"I'm not sure, maybe. Probably not. We are just too different."
"Well, when you figure it out tell her. I know if you start to find that you love her, girl like to hear that they are loved."
"You wanna come over for diner tonight and meet my family?"
"I would love to. I will have let my brother know as my dad and stepmom are on their honeymoon. I can introduce you my family when they get back, from their trip."
"Do you need a ride?" Derek asks.
"I do, can't drive in Canada. Well, I can, I just don't feel comfortable driving here just yet." I tell him.
"How about I drive you home you can drop off your stuff and then take you back to my place?" he suggests.
"That would work out lovely, Derek. What about Casey? Does she have a ride home?"
"She drives herself."
"Well, that is a waste. Carpooling is cheaper. But I guess if you do not get along then it would make sense that you would not go in the same car." I think outload.
We walk to the rest of our classes. the day goes by surprisingly quickly, soon. For lunch I sat with what they told me in the hockey team. They seemed to accept me very quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if that had something to do with Derek. Derek seems to be very important and Mr. popularity. Before I know it, it's the last class. I look at Derek while he is writing intently on a piece of paper. He looks kind of cute when he is focusing. I can't help but get lost in my thoughts thinking of what it would be like to date him. I wonder if he likes me. I do wish he would ask me out on a date. That would be amazing. It is my first day here. I probably should not get ahead of myself. He probably doesn't even like me like that, oh well I will have to move on. Finally, the final bell rings signaling to everyone the day is over.