Tragically a Princess

Chapter 8 School

"I hate this. I do not look good in this uniform." Beckett says coming into my room.

I check myself over in the mirror before turning around to look at him. I roll my eyes. "You just don't like wearing a tie."

"I mean yes, but look at me."

"You look like yourself just in a tie. Would you like to trade, you can wear this skirt."

"No, I'll keep my pants, thanks. Anyway, are you ready, we need to get going."

"Okay," I say following him out of my room. We head down to where the car is waiting for us to take us to school. We get in and the driver takes off. As we get closer I get nervous. New school, new people. I'm not excited.

"Do you have your class list?"

"Um, yeah," I say pulling it out. I hand it to him and he takes it.

"Tessa, you're shaking."

"I'm nervous," I tell him.

"It'll be okay. I'm in all of your classes, except for band."

I nod. "Okay." That'll help a bit.

The car pulls up and Beckett opens the door. I hesitate. "Are you okay, we can still go back."

I shake my head. "No, I'm going to be nervous no matter when we do this."

"Okay." He says helping me out of the car. "Let's do this."

We go inside, me following Beckett because he knows where we're going.

"Hello, how can I help you today?" the office lady asks.

"Hi, we're the new students, Beckett and Tessa."

"Ah yes. Here are your schedules, school ID, locker number, and passcode."

I take mine and Beckett takes his. "Out first class is math," Beckett tells me as we leave the office.

"Oh great," I mutter. I don't like math.

"As thrilled as I thought you'd be." He says as we head towards the room. We enter and the teacher is waiting for us.

"You must be Tessa and Beckett. I'm Mr. Iqbal, you're math teacher. Unfortunately, the only two desks that are open are in the back."

"That's perfectly fine," I tell him, shifting my bag on my back. I'd rather be in the back, although I know Beckett will hate it.

"Good to know. You can go to your seats."

We do that and sit down. Students start to come in and I keep my head down.

"Are you okay?" Beckett asks.

"I'm fine. How many times are you going to ask?"

"Well, I am your friend and your bodyguard. It's easiest to keep you safe when you're comfortable."

"I get it," I tell him. "I'm fine."

"Okay."

A girl sits down in front of me and then turns down to face us. "Who are you two?" she asks.

"I'm Beckett and this is Tessa."

"Hi," I say with a smile.

"Americans? What are you doing here?"

"We've just moved here."

"Why?"

Why is she being nosey?