I never know which side I'm gonna get tonight
And the closer we get, the less I think I know you
But you're just my type
The kind that only calls me late at night
You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine
I hate to say it but you're just my type
Yeah, you're just my type
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"So that's it, Leila? No more good morning greetings and kisses before you go to school?" my parents said as they heard me get out of my room to go to school and opened the front door.
I didn't have much choice but to go to the dining table where they were having breakfast and kiss them. "I'm off to school," I said, and I stormed out of the doorway.
Here we go again and finally, the last year in this goddamn high school. I actually can't wait to get out of it. Once I do, it's over with the everyday-dealing-with-the-crap thing.
I was walking in the hallway to go to my classroom when I came across an unfamiliar guy carrying books who stopped by his locker to place the books that he was carrying just like all the other kids do. He was dressed up like a skater boy or like someone who plays guitar in a band. I mean, at least that's what I think he looks like. He has long, curly, raven-colored hair. He's new, I guess. This is the first time I saw him in the school. It's not that I knew everyone here but, like, I know when there is someone new.
"Good morning, Miss Leila Raven!" said someone from the aisle who looked like they were in their first year in high school.
"Hey, how did you know my name?" I said as I looked at her.
"You are basically on the bulletin board named as the student body president, so I was just uhm... being kind enough to say hi!" she said shyly.
"I appreciate that. See you around!" I said as I continued walking towards my class.
Ugh, Celestine's still not here. Where is she, anyway?
"Leila Raven Esmeray Danvers," the teacher in front called for my name as she checks the attendance paper in front of her.
"Present," I said as I blew and popped the watermelon-flavored bubble gum that I was chewing. Ugh, this is so boring for me—the fact that she will call everyone in the class before she starts is taking a lot of time. More like wasting it.
"Excuse me, Ms. Danvers—I will not tolerate that behavior in my class. It's the first day of school and this is your last year," she reminded me as if I didn't know.
"I know," I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms. What the hell does she want me to do? Say sorry? For what? For just being me?
"Anything more to say?" She put her hands on her waist.
"Like what?" I asked as generously as possible, still chewing the gum.
"Say it, or I tell this to the guidance and you're facing detention," she said angrily as her face turns red.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster, it won't happen again," I said as I fixed my seat.
"Mark your words, Ms. Danvers," she said as she looked at the attendance paper in front of her and started calling names again.
I rolled my eyes as I looked at my nails because I just got it done yesterday. I was bored so I just decided to take out a pen and paper to just randomly draw whatever my hand decides to.
We all heard the knock on the door, and it opened as a guy made his entrance. Oh god, he was the strange stranger with books earlier before I went to this class.
"Finally, and right on time," Mrs. Foster just said out of nowhere.
"Mr. Wolfhard," she greeted.
"Good morning, ma'am. I'm so sorry for being late—I was lost in the hallway," he said.
"It's fine, we were just starting and it's nice that you arrived right when I was about to call your name," Mrs. Foster smiled.
"Thank you, and I'm here," he said.
"Now, Mr. Wolfhard—you can take a seat right there," she pointed to the empty seat next to me.
"Uhh, Mrs. Foster—I kind of saved the seat for Celestine," I explained.
"Ms. Amity is not here according to the attendance, but Mr. Wolfhard is, so do you have anything more to say?" she once more defended, so I just stayed quiet. Uh-oh, this teacher is offending me.
FINN'S POV
First day of my last year in high school. Finally, after being homeschooled for quite some time. I was wandering through the school hallways when I saw the welcome bulletin board that was labeled by the student council.
"Leila Raven," I read, what a cute name. I read that out of nowhere when I read all the names on the board, and I proceeded to find my locker.
"393, 393..." I repeatedly said. My eyes roamed around the numbers in the locker.
I looked at my watch and it was 3 minutes until class starts. Uh oh—I don't know where my classroom is. I am too shy and nervous to ask somebody too. I think I'd rather look for it on my own, so I better start walking.
Finally. There you are. Shit, I think they're already starting. I tried my best to not mess this up. So go, Finn! Knock on the door!
"Finally, and right on time," Mrs. Foster, I assume is the name (because I have it on my schedule board) said while looking at me, smiling.
"Mr. Wolfhard," she greeted me.
"Good morning, ma'am. I'm so sorry for being late—I was lost in the hallway," I said, trying to hide the shake in my voice.
"It's fine, we were just starting and it's nice that you arrived right when I was about to call your name," Mrs. Foster smiled at me. She seems like a very nice teacher.
"Thank you, and I'm here," I said, and she checked my name on the attendance sheet paper.
"Now, Mr. Wolfhard—you can take a seat right there," she pointed to the empty seat next to—wait... Is that... Leila Raven? The girl from the bulletin board? Is that the student body president? THE Leila Raven that everyone was talking about?
"Uhh, Mrs. Foster—I kind of saved the seat for Celestine," she explained to Mrs. Foster.
"Ms. Amity is not here according to the attendance, but Mr. Wolfhard is, so do you have anything more to say?" I watched the two argue because I figured that it is best if I just stayed quiet since I do not know anybody from the class or even the whole school. She gave me a death glare as I sat next to her. So, I had to indulge the feeling that I don't have much choice but to live with it.
"Ugh, I really can't wait to get out of this shithole," she whispered as I looked at her drawing a doodle version of Mrs. Foster and drawing an X mark on her face.
"Be careful, you might get detention for that," I said to her.
"So? Why do you care anyway?" she said aggressively.
"Being a student body president kind of means that you should be a role model—you know? People look up to you," she just ignored me and continued her gesture. "And I'm sorry for taking your friend's seat by the way," I said to her, and she just continued popping the bubblegum she was chewing.
"It's okay, she's not here anyway," she said and scrambled the paper, and she stood up to throw the paper in the trash can.
The rest of my day went on getting from one class to another and I can say that my first day back is going very well.
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