Chapter 2: Golden Boy
"Excuse me?" He looks startled for a moment before visibly pulling himself together. He smiles politely at me, though his unusually honey coloured eyes looked dull. There were faint dark circles under his eyes that would be hard to notice, but I always look carefully. Or you could just call it perving. What?! I'm a perv and I'm not ashamed!
"Can I help you?" His question interrupted the once over I was giving him.
"That depends," I smiled at him "are you in charge of the school schedules?"
"Yes, I'm the Student Body president. But you got your schedules at the beginning of the year, didn't you?" He asked in the same polite, but tired tone.
"You guys might have, but I'm new." I thought to myself, "If Golden Boy is the President, shouldn't he know this?"
I chuckled at his surprised facial expression. A slight blush dusted across his tanned skin.
"Oh, you're Aislynn!", "So he does know", "Welcome to Sweet Amoirs High, here's your schedule." He handed me my schedule and our fingers touched slightly. His faced turned into a darker pink while he cleared his throat. Ha, how adorable!
"Thank you very much…" I stopped "What's your name?"
"Nathaniel. Nathaniel Woods." His face was back to its normal colour by now.
"Well, you can call me Lynn." I smirked at him "See ya, Nat." He definitely seems nice and teasing him is quite fun.
At this point, most teenage girls would say that they're nervous. Nervous that no-one's going to like them, that they'll have no-one to eat lunch with but I'm not. I know that not everyone is going to like me and if no-one wants to be friends with me, that's their loss not mine.
Ooh, this school has lockers! In both London and Sydney, we didn't have lockers and we had to wear uniforms, so this is a big change. A change that my back and fashion sense is grateful for.
My first lesson is English, my favourite subject. Classroom B isn't hard to find. I knock twice before entering.
As I told you, I come from London, where there is a diverse community. Colour usually didn't matter, people didn't gawk at you for being black or Asian or whatever you are. That's why I was watching Golden Boy's reaction to me so closely, to see if he'll stare or look disgusted. He passed my Test.
But this class was a different story. They were staring at me like I was an exotic animal. "Look away before Mufasa rips off your head." I grin at my own lame joke.
"Sorry about being late sir, but I'm new so I had to take care of something." That's a lie, but I have discovered that sometimes lies are better than the truth.
"Okay, well introduce yourself to the class." The teacher says after clearing his throat. Even the teacher seems startled. I feel my temper flare slightly, but as always, I cover it up with a smile.
"Hey, my name is Aislynn. As you can probably tell from the accent, I'm British." After announcing that I overhear a few whispers like: "She's black, how can she be British?" Ugh, ignorant fools. I keep my smile plastered on as I say "Any questions?"
A blonde with fancy clothes raised her hand up. "Yes?"
"If you're black, how are you British?" she asks while giving me a once over.
Well, this could be interesting.