Heart to Heart

four

Valeria

Fuck. I forgot how annoying it is being the new kid. Here I am walking through the hallways of 'Greendale Academy', not even having a clue where I am. And all these stupid ass stares I'm getting, are not helping. You see my old high school in Nevada was a NORMAL ONE. Or what I mean is that it was a normal sized highschool, with no uniform, and no fancy "dining hall''. Well, we called our "dining hall" a cafeteria like every other highschool does. Except it had shit food.

I'm so lost. I step to the side of the hallway and pull out my schedule and map. First hour I have history. I hate history so much, but honestly I'd rather have it at the beginning of my day than the end. I'm so dead by then.

Okay so it looks like I need to go left. I look up seeing everyone slowly disappear to their classes as the bell rings. Ugh shit. I do a slow jog through the hallway to find room 263.

My eyes scatter across the classroom doors. 260, 261, 262, 263. I slowly open the door praying that my teacher is not mad.

As I awkwardly step inside as I notice tons of eyes staring at me. I don't think the kids here ever learned that it's rude to stare.

My eyes stop on his. Gray Whitlock. The pretty boy who seems like he hates and doesn't give a shit about anyone. His eyes meet mine, and he raises his eyebrows, making my face burn up. I immediately look away.

Our teacher is an old lady named Mrs....Mrs. Binney. I read her name tag on her red collar. She gives me a side glare, then smiles.

"Hi, ugh I'm Valeria Collins. This is my first day." I smile at Mrs. Binney.

"Mrs. Collins. Nice of you to actually join us." She shuffles some papers on her desk.

Bitch I was literally like 1 minute late.

I fidget with my hands. "I'm sorry, I just had a hard time finding this r-"

"You can sit at that empty seat right there next to Mr. Whitlock." She cuts me off and points over to Gray.

I wish Zya were here.

Gray and I both look up at each other and he doesn't show any emotion. It's so weird. I can usually read people pretty well, but Gray is different. I can't with him.

I slowly walk around the classroom and awkwardly sit next to Gray. These seats are hella close to each other. I look over at Gray to notice that he is just looking up at Mrs. Binney listening to her. His side profile suits him so well. 

"God, I know I'm charming but you don't have to stare." He turns and looks at me, giving me a little smirk, making my face turn red.

Holy fuck. That is the first time I've ever heard him talk. He has a thick french accent, and it's so deep. His voice by itself could make me drop to my knees.

I look at him wide eyed. My face slowly turns into a smirk. "I didn't know you had a french accent." I cross my arms over my chest.

"That's what everyone says." He states, looking back at Mrs. Binney. And I do the same.

"Américains stupides." Gray mumbles under his breath, and shakes his head back and forth.

Did he just call me stupid? I give him a side glance but don't say anything.

Oh shit, I just realized I haven't been listening to Mrs. Binney at all this whole time, and I'm already on her bad side too. Yay me.

"The project you all are going to start today is very easy. You can choose any topic listed on the board and all you have to do is write a 5 page essay on how it has evolved from back then until now." She pulls up a list of topics on the board. My eyes scan over all my options.

"And you will be working on your project with the person to the right of you. Now go get to work." She smiles and goes back to working on her computer.

I slowly turn my head towards Gray and he raises his eyebrows with the same old no emotion face again.

"So what topic do you want to do, photography, travel, holiday-" I turn to him as he cuts me off.

"Mental health." He stares at the board, completely still.

"Yeah I like that one." I reply back.

*Bell rings*

"Text me if you want to meet up and work on this stupid project." Gray hands me a small piece of paper ripped out of his notebook, then walks out of the class. He leaves before I get the chance to say anything back. I pick up the little paper to see a phone number written on it, in very neat handwriting. Wow, his handwriting is better than mine. That's crazy.
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The rest of my day was basically the same cycle over and over. Take too long to find my next class, be late, have the teacher scold me, repeat. Except one nice part is that, Zya and Oliver were in two of my classes, math and science. Lunch was so awkward. I sat with Zya, then Oliver invited Zya and I to sit with him, Gray, and Ty. But I could obviously tell Oliver was incredibly nervous around me, he kept scrambling his words when I would look at him.

As of right now Zya and I are laying in my bed talking about our day. "How are you not seeing this? He obviously likes you. I mean...why else would he write his phone number on a piece of paper." Zya looks at me.

I look down at the tiny sheet of paper in my hand. "I don't know...all he said was 'text me if you want to work on the project.' That doesn't mean anything." I lay on my stomach and Zya does the same.

"Girl, how blind are you." Zya takes my phone off the nightstand and types his number into it.

"Hey what are you doing?" I question, as she hides the phone from me.

"I'm texting him, since you're being such a pussy right now." She rolls her eyes at me. And hands me my phone.

Val: Hey, is this Gray?

"Oh my god I hate you." I look down at the text, then back at her.

Gray: Yeah i'm Gray who's this

"Holy fuck! He responded in like 15 seconds. Girl, you're so lucky." She looks at my phone.

"What should I say back to him?" I ask her.

"Just be like, 'Its val, I know you like me and you're like really hot so like we should fuck sometime." She smirks at me.

I push her away and laugh. "Girl you're too much."

"Oh shit I have to go meet up with my friend right now but let me know how it goes." She grabs her stuff and walks to the door.

"Okay byeee." I wave to her as she leaves.

Why the fuck am I over thinking this?

'Because he's hot and you know it.' The voice inside my head says.

Omg, okay. We are just texting as friends right now so I'm just going to act natural.

Val: Its Valeria from history

Gray: Oh yeah I forgot I gave you my number

Val: It was only like 10 hours ago 😂

Gray: Yeah I guess

Val: I was joking lmao

Gray: Wyd right now

Val: Just chilling in my room hbu

Gray: Same

Okay Val. Be cool, don't be weird. Your just friends. Not even friends yet...mutuals.

Val: Wanna come over to my room to work on our project?

Gray: Yeah I'll be over in 10 minutes

Holy fucking fuck. Gray Whitlock is coming to my room.

'Jesus christ you slut, he's coming over to work on you're project not to work on you.' I hate to say it, but that stupid voice inside my head is right.