Talkative

Welcome to : The art of loving yourself

Feel free to correct me and stuff! Oh and song rec lumberjack by Tyler the Creator

7:45 am
V was running late to his first class, he was glad he brought an extra pair of pants today. He stumbles into the large classroom and greets the red-haired teacher, " good morning Mr. Okadigbo!" V is surprised by how well she said his last name on her first try. "Good morning Mrs.Pail, where should I sit?" The class is still getting situated so not too many eyes are on him. "Is this your first time being a teacher's aid?" She asks with a little too much pep. V assumes that she was either a cheerleader or a theater kid back in high school because of the way she dresses. Not saying it is bad but definitely different. She is wearing a polka-dotted dress with matching leggings underneath, her shoes seemed as though they were purposely splattered with paint and her undershirt is long-sleeved with the same perfectly imperfect splatters. "Yes ma'am it is, thank you again for letting me take this class even though it's only for freshmen" this class is a first-year experience class, and it was mandatory for freshmen to take at least one during their first year. V managed to slip past that rule but they caught on and found a way to fit him in. "Go ahead and sit in the chair right next to my desk, just because you're an aid doesn't mean I won't make u participate, or mark you for being late," she says in an overly positive tone. "Yes ma'am," V says quickly taking his seat and situating himself.  More kids started flooding in and taking their seats, V takes a quick scan around the room to see if he recognized anyone. He notices T sitting in the middle of the classroom, as she organizes her stuff she makes sure to try not to draw too much attention to herself "don't embarrass yourself again just breath" she thinks to herself. she takes a deep breath and try's to slow down her movements. She looks up and meets Vs eyes. She offers a soft and welcoming smile, V feels a sharp sting in his chest "So. Beautiful." Still staring blankly at T, T mouthed "hello" leaving her lips in an O shape. V gets an uncomfortable feeling growing in his pants, he tightly shuts his legs. He looks away, when he looks a little to the left he sees the prettiest boy he's ever seen, Jay. V has always been drawn to pretty things and his dad hated it, from pretty colors to pretty clothes to pretty people... He hated that he wasn't 'pretty' he was more handsome than anything else, with his sharp jawline and his predominant nose and his long neck. Everyone couldn't help but call him handsome. He envied pretty things and T and Jay were beyond pretty in his eyes. Jay, who is sitting in the very back, notices a familiar head full of black and blond braids sitting towards the middle of the class. He felt butterflies in his stomach," we're in the same class? I guess that's not terrible..." he thinks to himself. He then looks to the front of the class and noticed a familiar perfect face, V. Jay shoots him a cold look and turns away "damn he's here too?" Jay slumps and lays his head on the desk. V felt the coldness of the boy's look in his spine... if he wasn't attracted to him then, he definitely is now. The teacher clears her throat to get the students' attention. The students quiet down and focus on her. "Welcome to 'The art of knowing yourself! It is very exciting to see all the new and fresh faces! This class is definitely like nothing you have experienced before. This class is about making bonds with your fellow students and having a taste of what college is like." The students watch her with bored eyes, T watches with complete interest "I can finally make friends'" she thinks to herself. T knows she's too old to be seeking friendship and should be focused on her studies but that's what she did all of high school. She didn't have friends didn't have time and didn't want to make any. This year will be different for her. Jay mentally sighs, "alright students Time for ice breakers!!! Everyone check under your seat please!! " as the students cautiously check under their seats they find a paper with a letter on it. "Each of you has a piece of paper, this paper will determine your fate." The teacher says ominously. The students turn to each other in concern. The teacher returns to her normal overly positive tone "Haha just kidding...kinda, there will be 17 groups with 3 people and one with 4, find someone with the same letter as you," the students slowly start asking around about their letters. T had the letter C. She looks up trying to see where she should start asking. "52 students in this class... wow" T just now realizes the size of the room. "I should probably start with the people I know. Well here goes nothing"
T takes a few steps toward Jay, he panics, the butterflies in his stomach feel like they are trying to escape out of his mouth. "Hey," t says softly. "H-hi," he says looking at the floor. "We were on the bus together! It's almost like we are meant to be!!" She says not knowing the weight behind her words. Jay turns red and hates his own body for telling on him. "Anyways, would you like to be partners ?? It's okay if not....but it could be fun! And I know you could still possibly be angry about earlier but I'll make sure not to get in your personal space without your consent first okay? So partners ?" She holds out her hand as a nonverbal token of agreement. "Y-you're okay... s-sure w-we can be partners," he says a little shaky. T grins in excitement "really?? Really?? Sick" she frantically shakes his hand. Jay loved the feeling of her hand, It was the second time today he could feel it. Despite the thinness of her fingers, her hands are soft and really cold but he was always warm in her fingers. He couldn't get his mind off of them, they are long and looked fragile but by the way she was gripping his hand, she is strong. Jay musters up the courage to give her a faint smile. T freezes, "you know..you have a really pretty smile! You should show it off more. " Jay quickly removes his hand and turns his head. He can feel his temperature rising and his throat getting dry. He nods his head as a way to opt out of saying thank you. "Oh, I get it now! Your super shy! Is that why you can't make eye contact? And why you get so red... I get it now! Sorry about that..." Jay's eyes widen and he looks at her with shock. "W-what?" T asks shocked by the sudden movement. "N-nothing it's just, y-you don't think I look intimidating? Or rube? Just shy?" T slowly nods her head "mhm? Is there something wrong with that?" Jay goes back to looking away and shakes his head no. Now let's find our other partner(s)" T thought Jay was extremely pretty and intimating would be a terrible description for him. he looks like a wannabe bad boy but he failed desperately at trying to achieve that look. He looked squishy and soft, the black ink that peaked from his grey hoodie teased her eyes. "I wonder what he looks like with his hoodie off" t shakes her head trying to get rid of the dirty thought and looks away. V watched this interaction from afar. He was jealous, but not for her or him but for both of them. That feeling surprised him, "I wish I was lucky enough to see that smile of hers and that look of his up close... " he thinks to himself. "Mr. Okadigbo there is one under your seat as well, like I said earlier you will also be participating," Mrs.Pail says. V reaches below his seat and finds a folded piece of paper. "C" he reads out loud, a group of people swarmed around him. "He's hot, hey what's your letter?? What letter are you ??? Are you letter B???" He hears multiple voices say. Honestly, he hated crowds, he found a way to slip past the group but once he does he is met with Kayce. "Heyyyy," she says dragging out the 'y' "Hey um sorry I'm just trying to get some air" he tries to move past Kayce but she steps in his way. "So um I don't know if you remember me but we went to high school together, my older brother is Troy.." V gives up his plan of escape and engages in the conversation," oh yeah Troy I remember him, sorry I don't remember you though. I do remember this morning but that's all.." he says trying to sound positive. "Oh" Kayce says almost sounding deflated, "W-well anyways! I have letter C what about you??" She says trying to change the subject quickly. "Wait really?? Me too!" T overhears the conversation and walks towards them, Jay follows. "You guys have the letter C?? That means we are all in the same group! Oh hey, nice seeing you again....." T pauses trying to remember his name. V swiftly reminds her. "Oh right V! I'm so glad we are in the same group!" As those words leave T's mouth Jay scoffs and V can't help but notice the different aura around the two.