Josh
I burst into class, panting from the run I took here, to see I was the last person there (unsurprisingly). I don't know why I expected any different, I somehow always managed to be late. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder and turned to face the teacher. She was tall, and was wearing some artsy outfit with a Bastille shirt. Bastille... That's some British band right? They did that Pompeii song. That's pretty much all I knew about em'. She gave me a small smile, and gestured towards the rows of chairs, motioning for me to sit down. All my friends were in a different homeroom, so I had no idea where to go.
Scanning the class for an empty chair proved to be rather difficult. Everybody was sat next to somebody, laughing with their friends and taking glances at me. A couple of people waved to me and said hi, in which I responded with a wave and a 'sup' back. Flicking my bangs out of my face, I finally found two empty seats in the back row.
'Great. Which snorting, annoying outcast have I been forced to sit next to' I thought with an inward groan as my eyes looked to see who I was going to sit next to. To my surprise, they landed on a pair of large, bright blue eyes with long lashes. She was pretty. She had dark red hair, that was perfectly straight and fell around her shoulders, framing her face. She was wearing a red hoodie with two cherries on them. I had never seen her before, so she must be new.
Before thinking about this girl too much and developing some random stupid crush (because God forbid I show the human emotion of awkwardness or love in front of this random cute girl), I shuffled myself over and sat to the left of her. I looked over at her and smiled (probably more awkwardly then I should have), she grinned, flashing her pearly white teeth and gave me a small wave.
"Hey. Are you new?" I asked, attempting to strike up a conversation without seeming weird or desperate. Not that I was desperate, or anything.
"Uh yeah! How could you tell?" she questioned, leaning against her palm with her elbow on the table. She had a notable British accent.
"I just hadn't seen you before. You're from England, correct?"
"Wow you know I'm new and I'm from England, you must be some Sherlock-type deducting supergenius," she said with a smirk and a small laugh. She leaned back and started shuffling around in her simple black bag. "So what's your name?" she asked as she continued to shuffle around in her bag.
"Joshua. Joshua Oakley, but you can call me Josh," I said casually, twiddling my thumbs under my desk.
"Cherry. Cherry Jordan, but you can call me Cherry," she grinned, copying me. She stretched out her hand, and I shook it (as intended).
"So do you like it here so far?" I asked, looking into her eyes.
"Well when I walked in, people were making out under trees outside, I was attacked by an overly enthusiatic princess and her pool of lipstick covered cohorts in the hall, everybody avoided me when choosing a seat, and now I'm talking to somebody who is forced to talk to me because I was the only person left to sit with. What do you think?" she said sarcastically with a laugh. She had a cute laugh, but there was no way I could tell her that.
"Hey, I probably would have sat next to you anyway. I don't really have any friends in this homeroom anyway. The teacher seems nice enough though. British like you," I continued, noting the teacher also British accent. She was going on about something me and Cherry weren't paying attention to.
"Yeah she seems awesome, considering she has that amazing shirt," Cherry beamed, eyeing the teachers Bastille shirt.
"Bastille wrote Pompeii, right? I mean that's all I know about em'," I laughed at my own unknowing.
"IS THAT SERIOUSLY ALL YOU KNOW ABOUT ONE OF THE BEST BANDS OF OUR GENERATION!?" she yelled, outragingly joking. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Miss Jordan!" said the teacher, sweeping her brown hair out of her face and giving Cherry a stern look. "If you're gonna yell at Mister Oakley for not knowing about Bastille, do it when I can help you yell at him after class," she said with a wink, Cherry giggled. Her sweet, melodic laughter filling the air around my ears. Wow, I am poetic.
I could tell this was going to be a pretty good year.
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Cherishing Cherry
Teen FictionThe adorkable, awkward, yet charmingly English Cherry Jordan has just moved to New York and she's struggling to make friends (as you do when you move to somewhere you've never been and everybody speaks a strange dialect of your language). When a swe...