Enchanted

Chapter 2 || Arcade

Amayah Luna Ferrars

"What the heck?" I tiredly spoke.

"Never seen you before," the blonde guy stated, towering over me.

Maybe because I am new? Whatever, I just stuck to nodding slightly, "move."

"Why? Am I making you nervous?" He smirked at me, still standing extremely close to me.

He took a step closer and was about to cage me in between him and the locker when I spoke, "you smell bad."

And with that, I pushed him backwards with my index finger on his chest. He rose one of his eyebrows.

"Keep your distance from me," I stated and walked away.

I make my way to the last class of the day, English. After reaching, I looked around to find all the seats full except for one. It was a bench for three and a girl was already sitting there.

I trudged to the place and took a seat beside her quietly, not bothering to start a conversation.

"Hey, aren't you Amayah, the new girl?" She turned towards me with a gigantic smile.

I eyed her for a second, trying to read her. She had shiny black eyes which were filled with happiness and curiosity. Healthy long black hair styled in a simple braid.

"Yeah," I nodded, "and you are?"

"Ayad Zafira. It's actually the other way around but I like it this way better," she introduced herself, "I'm known as Zaf."

"Your name is really pretty," I slightly smiled.

"Like you," she smiled back.

"Yo dumbuzz!" Zafira turned to the source of the voice and rolled her eyes, "late as always, beach."

I glanced at the unfamiliar girl. Her eyes reminded me of dark chocolate. She had dark brown, almost black, long curly hair, tied up in a low ponytail and a cloth hairband holding back her front locks.

"Your ass," the unknown girl stuck her tongue out to mock her and sat down beside me, to my right.

I'm now stuck in between these two dorks. Great.

"Shut up. My ass is hot," Zafirah gave her friend a side eye.

"Too bad. My ass is hotter and sexier," unknown girl fanned herself.

Uhhhh....

Why am I here?

"Oh," she turned to face me, "hello! I'm Mira."

"Amayah," I nodded. My online friend was also Mira. I miss her.

I notice her eyes widen.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

She shook her head, "nothing, really."

"Her last braincell prolly died," Zafira peeked from behind me.

"You know the symptoms which means you already lost yours," Mira made a smug face.