Trauma

02 | Nice to meet you

One, two, three, four. Evelyn counts her steps as a way to calm down her anxiety of walking into the busy school ahead of her; overwhelming laughter, screaming, and banter surround her. Five, six, seven, eight. Someone bumps into her, almost knocking her down. She ignores it and keeps counting. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Evelyn feels eyes on her, staring like a pack of lions hunting down their meal. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, six-. "Hey! You there!" a boy calls, and everyone falls silent. "You're that famous girl, right?"

Evelyn looks up, the boy right in front of her now. He has pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. You know, the classic white boy look. Except also including fuck boy energy at the same time. "Uh, yeah," she hesitates, not knowing where he's going with this. 

He scoffs, "That's all you gotta say? 'Uh, yeah'?" he mocks her, "what type of shitty response is that?" 

She holds back the need to punch him. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, just for you to know that in this school, you're not the famous one. I am," he says. What? Is he trying to be scary?

"Okay, well I don't want to be the famous one, anyway, so . . . thanks, I guess."

"And you also don't wanna mess with me and my homies."

Evelyn holds in her laugh at his stupidity and the way he said homies. Who even uses that word anymore? "Dude, are you trying to be intimidating right now, 'cause it's not working so please just . . . shut up," she continues her walk, feeling some confidence enter her body only for it to vanish the second she gets inside the school. 

The inside is huge, people bustling about, trying to get to their classes on time and fooling around with each other. One of the staff members gives Evelyn her student card she's supposed to use when entering the school and buying food from the cafeteria. Along with her card, she hands Evelyn her schedule; her classes, locker number, and homeroom on it.

Evelyn rushes to her homeroom after realizing she's late and quickly sits down at the back of the class.

For the rest of the day until lunch, Evelyn quietly goes to her classes, not bothering to talk to anyone as she isn't sure if they are genuine people yet. The frustrating side effect of having famous parents is that people try to use Evelyn to meet them, and stop talking to her once they do. Most people at this school know who her parents are hence why Evelyn doesn't feel like talking to them and it seems like they feel the same way. However, she hadn't foreseen someone else starting a conversation with her. 

As Evelyn eats at a cafeteria table alone, feeling some eyes on her, she notices someone sit down opposite her. Slowly looking up, she sees a boy around her age smiling kindly at her. The first feature Evelyn notices is the boy's unique face sculpture appearing as if he came out of a Tim Burton movie. He has short brown hair, the colour of chocolate, with alluring forest green eyes that she finds herself getting lost in. 

"Mind if I sit here?" he asks and she shakes her head no. The boy settles into his seat, starting to eat his food. There's a pause before he speaks up again. "I saw you talk back to Derek Williams."

"Derek?"

"You know, the jerk who came up to you this morning outside."

"Oh, him. Yeah, he was just getting on my nerves. I mean, why do some people feel the need to make sure everyone knows who's normally the centre of attention? It's stupid! I wasn't even planning on messing with him anyway," she rolls her eyes.

"I agree with you and most people are scared to confront him but you weren't. That's why it was really inspiring that you did."

"Thanks," she says, looking back down at her food. Why is this guy being so nice? She had never met him before. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Evelyn Thomas."

"Timothée Chalamet, it's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Timothée."

A/N

A bit shorter than the last one, but we finally met Timothée! 

I hope you enjoyed reading!

- M