I followed a sign to registration and slowly exhaled as I saw the long queue of students stretching out from the front desk, all waiting to register.
Oh dear.
I joined the line, already prepared for a good half hour's queuing. Suddenly a body in the crowd nudged past me, and the huge folder I was carrying slipped through my arms. I bent down to pick it up, noticing a polished dance shoe had stopped in front of me. It seemed to smile at me gingerly and I almost smiled back, it was so strangely captivating before I realised that it was, in fact, a shoe.
My eyes slid upwards, past a pair of skinny jeans, scarlet checked shirt, a pale neck to lock with a pair of lacy blue eyes that smiled at me from under a straightened blonde fringe.
I noticed the folder he was holding towards me. My folder. I was a little annoyed he'd got it first. That may well just have been my first step of independence in this new, scary part of my life.
I murmured a "Thanks," and took the folder, smiling at him.
"I'm Jez," he said, reaching out an unnaturally formal hand. I took it, a little gingerly then let go, smiling.
"Hi, I'm Claudine."
I felt my cheeks flush pink, realising he was staring down at me. I slowly stood up and released a giggle, which came out a little two hysterically.
I blushed again.
"Have you registered yet?" I asked, finally thinking of something to say that had no way of sounding stupid.
"Yeah, I came earlier to avoid that," Jez replied, gesturing towards the queue of people, which seemed to have grown even more.
Oh. So maybe it could have turned out to sound stupid.
"Yeah, I wish I'd done the same," I laughed.
"Do you want me to queue with you?"
"No, its fine, you don't have to. I could be some time," I said, forcing a half-smile, half-laugh that failed at both its jobs and probably came out as some kind of awkward grimace.
I felt my cheeks flush scarlet.
"Ok, I guess I'll see you later Claudine."
Jez grinned and turned around. I tried to return his wave, failing to copy his calm cheerfulness.
I ran a worried hand through my hair, proceeding to join the long, snaking queue from the registration desk. I falsely hoped I hadn't made too much a fool of myself, though I sort of knew I had. It wasn't a very good first impression to make on my potential new classmate for the next… well, two years. I was sort of dreading the next time I saw Jez.
No. I tried to dread it. I tried to worry about myself.
But somehow, I couldn't.
I really, really wanted to see him again.
Hi!
Sorry it's been such a long time since I updated. This would've been a lot longer, but I've decided to update with short chapters regularly instead of leaving it for weeks, which is never good. =( So yeah, the next one should be up in a few days.
Miss Muffin x