Problematic // Vikklan Au

Chapter 1

-Edited-

Lachlan's POV

I walked through the grand hallway of my new school, located in Great Britain. I am from Australia, miles away. I was terrified of being bullied, for I bared a foreign accent, not a British accent like everyone else, but I knew had to do this now rather than never.

I walked into the office portion of the school, being greeted by a woman with the widest smile. "Hello, dear, how may I help you?" Her kind tone rung through the room. I opened my mouth to speak, but I found myself scared to. I didn't want to be picked on for having such a foreign accent. "Honey, I don't bite." I bit my lip, my anxiety starting to make its way to the surface.

I kicked my feet on the tiles below, trying desperately to find the correct words. "I am Lachlan, miss." Her eyes filled with curiosity. "Australia, yes?" I nodded, starting to warm up to this woman. "Well, Mr. Powers, here is your schedule." I grabbed the paper from her and made my way to the door, "Wait!" I heard he call out, and I looked behind my shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

She looked over to a male that I had not noticed there before. He wore black pants and shirt, with black shoes, and a green beanie placed on his brown hair. His eyes were a dull gray.

I watched as the male approached me, his lips pulled into a soft smile. "Hello, sir, I am Brandon." I shook his hand, which he held out. I felt awkward doing this gesture, for us Aussies would just greet each other with a, "Hello,mate."and we were done. Not here, I suppose. "I am Lachlan." His eyes swarmed with amazement as he heard me speak. Was my accent that absurd that it would wow the crowd here?

"Brandon will be your guide and new friend. Have a great day, gentleman." I waved the assistant a goodbye, hoping this wouldn't be the last time we would meet. Brandon, the man who seemed the same age as me, guided me to into one of the long hallways.

Brandon's POV

I observed the Australian who seemed fascinated by the lights above. His hair was dirty blonde, spiked up into a quiff. Lachlan's eyes were a bright blue, the kind that every girl dreamed for. He had a skinny, yet strong frame. That could bring him attention. I could tell he would be a guy that girls swoon over.

Lachlan wore a red hoodie, the pocket going across his stomach. His pants were black skinny jeans, and his shoes a dark red. I observed his features, for he was taller then I was, and I was a fairly tall man.

I grabbed his wrist firmly, beginning to tug him towards the hallway we would be on. "What class do you have next?" I watched as he shuffled his hand in his pocket, pulling out a orange sheet of paper, running his finger across the words printed upon the surface, "Science."

I gave a slight nod and led Lachlan to the classroom he was assigned to be in. He looked at the open door, fear clouding his eyes. "It will be okay. After the bell, I will meet you here, okay?" He nodded slightly as I pulled him, still by the wrist, into the room.

We stopped in front of the teacher's desk. I took note that the bell had yet to ring, so not many people were in here. Anyone who was were fiddling with their fingers and pencils. "Who is this young man?" Mrs. Marshall spoke with her kind voice. She was everyone's favorite due to her kind tone and her laid back attitude. She would rarely get mad.

"Mrs. Marshall, this is," I nudged Lachlan, giving him the joy of saying his name, for I wasn't going to say it for him. "Lachlan," He mumbled softly, almost as if he was scared. I couldn't blame him. I was scared when I first moved here. "Where are you from, dear?" she asked as she locked eyes with Lachlan. "Australia, miss." She nodded, seeming to enjoy how formal he was. "Alright Brandon, help him to his locker and bring him back here afterwards. We will introduce you then, sweety."