New Girl

A Friend?

Y/N's POV:

My right elbow hurts, my palms do too, but the worst is definitely my neck. Thanks to the backpack on my back my neck just snapped back without anything to stop it, when I hit the floor. I groan, and slowly, very slowly, get up. Or try to.

As soon as I move my neck, I instantly regret it. Nope, really not good. 

"Are you okay?", I hear a soft voice ask me.

I look up - moving only my eyeballs - to see a short-haired girl staring at me with wide eyes. She looks just as baffled as I feel.

"Yeah ... yeah, I am. I just ... need a moment", I pant.

"I'm so sorry! I was in a bit of a hurry and I really didn't see you."

I want to be mad at this girl - just because. But she's too damn adorable. She wears thin-rimmed glasses, her short dark hair is styled immaculately, her outfit is way too good for school, and her make-up - oh wow ... Her make-up really is something else. I wonder how much time it cost her to draw on all the pink hearts and little flowers that elegantly decorate her eyes and parts of her cheeks. Not to mention the glowing lilac eyeshadow.

"That's okay. Actually, I'm in a hurry too. It's only my second day, and I don't wanna be late!"

I don't know why I tell her the last bit. Maybe to distract her from my very inelegant getting up the floor.

She smiles and excitedly exclaims: "Oh, you're the new one! What's your name?"

Great. So the news of me being pushed against a wall by Gorgeous Girl's sidekicks spread.

"I'm Y/N. And you?"

"Nice to meet you! I'm Laura." She seems genuinely excited as she extends her hand and waits for me to shake it. I do her the favor.

"Nice to meet you too. But I really gotta go. I'm sure we'll see each other later!"

"Yeah, we will! What are you doing for lunch?"

I haven't thought about that yet.

I shrug and dumbly say: "Eat?"

Laura laughs, and oh my god, that's so adorable too. The way her eyes crinkle and she throws back her head makes me want to wish I also looked like that when I'm laughing.

"Of course, you're going to eat. But you're going to eat with me. Done deal!"

She gives me a moment to refuse, but when I don't, she declares: "See you at lunch, Y/N!"

And just like that, she turns around to leave. I watch her as she's happily skipping down the hall to my right. She must be very popular here.

Surprisingly, I'm only two minutes late for my first class today. The teacher, a dark blonde woman who's probably in her early thirties, isn't even mad. She only smiles at me and says something about not knowing your way around a new school.

I'm asked to introduce myself briefly. And I make it brief in every sense of the word:

"Hi, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you!"

I fake a smile and then sit down on my assigned seat, next to a black-haired boy. Oh, no. The black-haired boy.