“Good morning class! You have a new classmate. Miss Rodrigo, please introduce yourself to the class.”, Mr. Jackson said upon looking at me. He is our homeroom teacher and the Mathematics geek.
I tried not to trip while I walk my way to the front. I am not nervous. At least I believe so. It is just that I'm trying to scroll my mind to find the right words, or thinking of any polite gestures or facial expression. Again, I am not the shy type, rather the awkward one.
Here I am standing in front of them, specifically in front of this blonde girl. Her name is Freah, if I am not mistaken of what I've heard in the hallway. They have been staring into my poker face. Plus, it has been a minute of closed mouth and awkward silence, by the way.
“I..uhm...”
“...My name is Azi Rodrigo, 17. My previous school is Western High...”
“I hope we'll get along.”
*sigh*
“Hey! It bores me to tears, Rod--” the blonde girl said, while rolling her eyes drastically.
“Enough, Miss Beckham!” Mr. Jackson interrupted her.
She is right. That was the dullest introduction I have ever heard so far. The best part is that, it came from my own mouth and stupidity.
“All right! Thank you, Ms. Rodrigo and welcome to the Southern part of Vienna! Welcome to Vienna International School. May you have a great junior year with us.”
That was Mr. Jackson, smiling. I don't know if he is being genuine or sarcastic with what he said.
Well, whatever!
*****
I am in this fancy-looking cafeteria. My eyes wander from here and there while I am lining up, not minding whether the students here think of me as stupid. I am just quite amazed by their architectural design. They have this modern style interior with beautifully carved plywoods which adds the cozy organic vibe. They also have this plywood slats as a long banquette where those weird students in my class are sitting and laughing or arguing, I don't know. I mean I don't care. Anyway, I have heard that this school is known for their world class facilities. So far it is not overrated. Well, that's for their interiors, I am not sure yet if their pastries and goodies behind the counter are as good.
“One order of Hibachi Chicken and one Taco Salad please.” I excitedly order at the counter since I finally got my turn.
“Ten minutes, here's your number,” the counter attendant said while handling me the receipt with my claiming stub.
I walk my way to this vacant seat, as quickly as I can. I do not want to sit near those loud kids in my class. Well, they are not kids but I would love to think of them as kids, since they act like one.
“May I sit beside you?” A girl asked. She has a lightly tanned skin and dark brown eyes with black wavy hair tucked under a white clip. She's beautiful!
“Sure!” That's the only answer I could find. I never considered myself as a lesbi but I do find myself crushing on a woman sometimes.
“Hello, I'm Azi!” I said while trying to force a smile. I am not being insincere. I am just trying to be nice and friendly. Again, she's beautiful. I can't stop myself from starting a conversation with her.
“Call me Ritz!” she said while chewing her French tacos. “You're new here?” she added.
“Yes. I am in 11th grade now. You?”
“12- Amethyst,” she answered.
We continued with the small and awkward talks for minutes. Until my number is called.
I went to the counter and excitedly went back to our table. I was totally hungry at this point.
“What do you say about the foods here?”
“They're good!” I said as I eat my Hibachi. “Flavorful, wow!” I continued, as I couldn't resist the taste of their food here. Again, I was a little bit embarrassed.
However it is true that their food here is great. It's like being prepared on those huge, flat metal grills in Japanese hibachi restaurants, which makes buttery, melt-in-you-mouth tender hibachi chicken. Mmm! I savored my food.
***
Theresa Ritter's POV
She's quite weird. I couldn't read her. I mean, I am not a telepathist but I am good at observing someone, especially that she's new. She's timid, yet friendly. She's shy, yet she eats like a kid in front of me. Wow! I better call her Azi the hungry. As if we would meet again.
“Excuse me, I'll have my additional subject in a minute. Welcome and enjoy your junior and senior years!” I said as I slightly waved my hand.
I never used to talk to anyone randomly and casually. However, she feels comfortable to be with.
As I walk down to the hallway, I cross paths with Rasmussen.
He is Danish with a great Danish looks and appeal. No wonder why great number of girl students would absent during a football match. Aside from being the son of Denmark's diplomat, Morten Rasmussen, Elias is also the team captain of Panthers, one of the strong teams in our school. Lastly, he is my vice president in Student Leadership.
“Hey! Ms. Ritter, I left the note for the list of appointees on your table. Kindly go over it today as per Ms. Lou.” He said while walking away slowly.
“Thanks, Ras!”
***
Elias Rasmussen's POV
I met Ritz in the hallway. She is still beautiful. Although I already have forgotten about my feelings for her after she asked me to stop courting her after the winter break last year. Yet I am still admiring her charm and brilliance.
I am about to sit on my chair when I saw the new student in my class, sitting next to me while reading the school brochure.
She has something on her face. Is it a dirt? No! It looks more of a dip or sauce.
It is none of my business! Not even of my monkey business. However, it's just gross and unsettling to sit beside someone with ‘that something’ on the face.
But how should I tell her? Or how should I let her know?
***
Azi's POV
I am full, and now ready for a long hour of literary readings. My next class is with Ms. Lou, our English Literature instructor. I guess I am too early for this class. Yet I have nowhere else to go. It's getting boring. I guess I brought the brochure from the display podium. I could perhaps scan through it while waiting for Ms. Lou.
As I read through the words and phrases in the brochure, I feel like somebody is watching me. Am I having a Paranoia?
I slowly browse my surrounding. As I have noticed a while ago, my seatmate is a guy. He's tall and I haven't noticed much about his face. Then, a girl is sitting behind me. Lastly, blonde girl is sitting far in front of me, since nobody's sitting on the chair in between us.
I almost shouted when the handsome guy, no, the guy beside me is really watching me. I was so surprised! No, he is not just looking at me. Actually he's staring at me. I can feel my eyes popping out while my cheeks slowly get so hot when I realized that...
He is staring at my... LIPS?
(End of Chapter 1. Thank you for reading. Kindly add this to your library for the story updates.)
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RomanceShe is Azi, a seventeen year old transferee student. She is awkward most of the time. She loves to eat, read and spend most of her time alone. She met Elias, Elias Rasmussen. He is the son of a Danish diplomat. He is also a member of Student Leaders...
