That's the way I love you

1

Becky stood outside the entrance of her new high school, clutching her backpack tightly as a mixture of nerves and anticipation filled her. This was her first day after transferring to a new city, leaving behind her familiar surroundings and friends. As she took a deep breath to calm her jitters, the school bell rang, signaling the start of a new chapter in her life.

With determined steps, Becky made her way to the main office to get her schedule and find her first class. Inside the office, a friendly receptionist greeted her warmly.

Receptionist: Hello, dear. How can I assist you?

Becky: Hi, I'm Becky. I'm a new student here. I need my class schedule.

Receptionist: Of course, Becky. Welcome to our school! Let me get that for you. Here's your schedule and a map of the campus. Your first class is English, and it's in Room 205. Just head down this hallway, and you'll find it on the right.

Becky: Thank you so much!

Carrying her schedule and map, Becky navigated the unfamiliar hallways, her heart pounding with each step. Finally, she arrived outside Room 205 and took a moment to collect herself before entering.

Inside the classroom, the teacher, Mrs. Johnson, was engaged in conversation with a few students. As the bell rang, signaling the start of class, Mrs. Johnson turned her attention to the door, noticing Becky standing there.

Mrs. Johnson: (Warmly) Ah, you must be our new student. Welcome! Come on in and find a seat.

Becky: (Nervously) Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.

As Becky found an empty seat, Mrs. Johnson addressed the class.

Mrs. Johnson: Class, we have a new student joining us today. This is Becky. Please make her feel welcome.

The students smiled and nodded, and some of them gestured to the empty seats next to them, inviting Becky to sit with them. Feeling a little more at ease, she took a seat next to a friendly-looking girl named Emily.

Emily: Hi, I'm Emily. Nice to meet you!

Becky: Hi, Emily. Thanks for letting me sit here.

Emily: No problem! You'll like this class. Mrs. Johnson is great.

Throughout the class, Mrs. Johnson made sure to include Becky in the discussions and group activities, helping her feel at ease and welcomed. As the day went on, Becky found herself slowly forming connections with her new classmates, thanks in part to Mrs. Johnson's thoughtful introduction.

Becky hurried through the bustling hallways of her new high school, clutching her class schedule in one hand and her backpack slung over her shoulder. As she navigated through the throng of students, she couldn't help feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was only her second day, and she was still trying to figure out where each class was located.

As she glanced down at her schedule, she realized that her next class, Math, was in Room 315. She quickened her pace, determined not to be late. However, just as she turned a corner, she accidentally bumped into a student, causing her papers to scatter on the floor.

"Oops, I'm so sorry!" Becky exclaimed, quickly bending down to pick up her papers.

But the student she had bumped into, a boy named Nop, didn't seem apologetic at all. Instead, he simply scoffed and walked away without a word.

Becky felt a pang of annoyance at his indifference, but she brushed it off, focusing on collecting her scattered papers. She was used to dealing with the occasional rudeness from other students, but she didn't want it to ruin her day.

Gathering her belongings, she resumed her search for Room 315. With each classroom she passed, she grew increasingly frustrated. The school's layout seemed like a maze, and the numbers on the doors were not making any sense to her.

Finally, she saw a group of students huddled near a door with the number "315" on it. Relief washed over her, and she quickened her pace, eager to get to class. But as she approached, Nop, the same student she had bumped into earlier, stepped out of the classroom, blocking her path.

"Excuse me," Becky said politely, trying to sidestep him.

But Nop didn't move, instead crossing his arms and smirking.

Nop: "Watch where you're going, newbie. You should be more careful."

Becky's annoyance flared up, but she took a deep breath, trying to remain composed.

Becky: "I said I was sorry. It was an accident. Now, please move, I need to get to class."

Nop's smirk only grew, and he seemed to enjoy getting under her skin.

Nop: "You're not so tough, are you? Maybe you should learn to watch where you're going, or you might keep running into people."

Becky's patience wore thin, but she refused to let his taunts get to her. Instead, she took a step back, glared at him, and then quickly maneuvered around him to enter the classroom.

Inside the classroom, Becky took a seat, her annoyance still lingering. She couldn't understand why Nop had to be so rude and obnoxious. All she wanted was to find her class and focus on her studies.

As the teacher began the lesson, Becky tried her best to concentrate, pushing Nop's behavior to the back of her mind. She was determined not to let anyone ruin her high school experience, and she would rise above the negativity.

In the days that followed, Becky continued to encounter Nop in the hallways, and though his behavior remained the same, she refused to let it bother her. Instead, she focused on making new friends, embracing her classes, and staying true to herself.

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and students flooded into the hallways, excited to head home. Among them was Nop, who had just spotted Becky from afar. He couldn't help but feel intrigued by her, having noticed her since she transferred to the school a few days ago.

Nop had a reputation for being a bit of a flirt, but there was something about Becky that made him feel giddy. He had seen her around, always focused and determined, which was quite different from the girls he usually interacted with. As he walked with his friend, Mike, he couldn't resist bringing up the topic.

Nop: (grinning) Hey, have you noticed the new girl, Becky? She's pretty, right?

Mike: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, the one who transferred a few days ago? Yeah, she's alright, I guess.

Nop: (playfully nudging Mike) Come on, "alright" doesn't do her justice. I think she's cute, and there's something intriguing about her.

Mike: (smirking) Are you telling me you're interested in someone beyond a fleeting flirtation?

Nop: (laughing) Well, it's not like that... I mean, sure, she's attractive, but there's something more to her. I want to get to know her better.

Mike: (teasing) Wow, this is new for you, Mr. Flirtatious! Okay, how do you plan to do that?

Nop: (pausing thoughtfully) I don't know yet, but I'll figure something out. I want to see how she reacts to a little flirting.

Mike: (shaking his head) You better be careful. Don't mess with her if she's not into it.

Nop: Don't worry, I won't push it if she's not interested. I just want to see if she's as curious as she looks. It's all in good fun.

As the next day rolled around, Nop found himself looking for opportunities to strike up a conversation with Becky. He would catch glimpses of her in the hallways or during lunch, always surrounded by her new friends. He knew he had to find the right moment to approach her.