reject》5sos au *deleting*

Ch. 2

A/N: Ashton Fletcher Irwin how can you be so sexy but so adorable at the same time??

Btw, I imagine him as 2013 Ashton in this book :^)
Guess I kinda gave away who the boy being introduced is.

:^))))

HENRIETTA'S POV

It's been twenty minutes.

It took me twenty whole minutes to find this class.

The cool metal doorknob of the classroom was pressing against my fingertips but my nerves were stopping me from twisting it. After a few seconds of hesitating, I opened the door. What do I have to lose? The teacher, who was a short woman with long, sandy blonde hair, was vigorously gesturing to a bunch of polynomial equations on the board. Everyone seemed to be paying attention except for one boy at the back.

His shaggy light brown hair moved with each bob of his head, his fingers tapping a rhythmic beat on the desk before him. A smile involuntarily curled my lips. I kind of admire his divergence from the rest of the class.

The teacher soon took notice of me and stopped her lecturing, her gaze locked onto mine. Her icy blue eyes scanned my face as she took slow, patient steps towards me.

"Why are you late to my class?" she snapped at me abruptly, her stern voice taking me by surprise.

"I-uh-I kinda got lost... I'm the new student, Wills," I explained, using my last name insead of my first. No one deserves to hear my first name. It'll probably make their ears melt off.

"Oh really? Well, Ms. Wills, I don't know how they did things back at your old school, but here, we actually show up on time for our classes." she seethed at me with narrowed eyes. The whole class was now comletely silent; the only sound being heard was the teacher's harsh words echoing on the walls. For the second time that day, the familiar heat of embarrassment stung my cheeks. I'm new, she didn't need to be that hard on me.

"My name is Mrs. Hemmings, and I will be your worst nightmare if you keep it up," her thin lips twitched into an evil grin. Even though I was like ten feet taller than her, she still managed to make me feel so microscopic. "Take a seat at the back next to Mr. Irwin. Please raise your hand Ashton" The boy with the shaggy light brown hair shot out of his seat energetically and waved his hand with so much force that I swore it was gonna break off, his hazel eyes glowing with excitement.

Is he really that happy to be seated next to me?

A strange feeling feeling of warmth spread in my chest. I've never actually felt wanted before... Regardless of how pathetic it sounds, it's true. To be honest, I was prepared for the person I got seated beside to either completely ignore my existence or attempt to kill themselves with a pencil... Okay, not kill themselves, but you get the idea. The bright smile that graced the face of this boy wasn't the reaction I was expecting, but it sure was the reaction I was hoping to get from someone for a long time.

I made my way between two rows of students and slumped into a seat beside the boy, Ashton I think his name was. Soon, the class resumed as if my encounter with the teacher didn't happen. Thank God. While I was busy scribbling down polynomials off the board, I caught Ashton gazing at me through the corner of my eye. It's extremely hard to concentrate on solving advanced equations when an adorable guy is staring at you.

Slowly, I turned to meet his eyes, making known that I was aware of his staring. He did nothing but smile an extremely contagious smile and continued to tap a steady beat on his knee with his unusually long fingers. I attempted to smile back at him, even though I could tell I probably looked like a constipated monkey. I quickly looked away to prevent further humiliation. Like I said before, I've never had any real friends, so being put in social situations doesn't work well with me.