I should be fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?
My nerves were beginning to kick in and I could tell that Luca had started to notice, he kept asking if I was okay and I kept telling him the same thing, 'I'm fine, just thinking.'
There was something strange about the way I felt. I assumed that going to school would be the last thing that would stress me out. But I was sorely wrong. It did stress me out. More than I would like to admit.
"You sure you're okay?" There he goes again, I groaned. How did he even know I was nervous, was I really that obvious?
I looked over at him, "I'm okay, just nervous." there was no need to lie. It was obviously not working.
"I get that being the new kid is hard but hey, it's not like you've never been to a real school before." He noted. I stayed quiet, maybe it was the look in my eyes that gave it away.
Luca cleared his throat, "You have been to a normal school, have you?"
I shrugged and didn't say anything, If I don't say anything he can't say anything. Instead, I looked ahead and clutched my tote bag for dear life.
More and more people began to fill the school, I watched as each of them made their way out of their rooms while some were already shuffling down the hallway. Each time a student passed me they didn't even try to hide the fact that they were practically staring at me. Some did. But most didn't.
"You said that there usually aren't any new kids at this school right?" I mumbled, leaning in closer to Luca.
"Yeah, uh, you're like the first new student Montre has seen in the past two years." He mumbled the last part probably in hopes that I wouldn't catch it.
I sighed, "Everyone's looking at me like I just stole their cat." I began to play with the tips of my fingers, the level of discomfort I felt was unparalleled. I wanted to run back into my room, lock the door and never come out.
My favorite thing about living in the city was that I never stuck out, if anything I blended in perfectly. Everyone in the city was so focused on their own lives that no one cared about what was happening around them. Plus the way I dressed wasn't eye-catching either.
Pulling my class schedule out from my back pocket I began to read which class would be my first. Everything was so neatly put together that it just made it that much easier to read.
English Lit.
So, we are starting off easy. I love English.
"Which class you got?" Luca craned his neck to see my schedule, he didn't have to do much in that way though since he practically towered over me, "English Lit, it's your lucky day."
I scoffed, "Don't tell me that's your first class too." I said jokingly.
He furrowed his brows, "If I didn't know any better I would have thought you were trying to get rid of me."
Luca was like a breath of fresh air. I liked how easy it was to get along with him.
"Well if I had gotten rid of you then I wouldn't have had anyone to carry the heavy stuff for me," I said with a tight-lipped smile. My voice sounded almost serious.
Luca playfully nudged my side, "Well played Belle."
I cocked my brow, "Don't hate the player, hate the game." I heard someone say that once in a chick flick and I have always wanted to say it.
"Were you homeschooled?" Luca asked.
What do I say? Do I lie?
"Nope." Why lie, it's not like being honest about this would blow my cover.
