Sunset sérénade: A Love story in Florida

Part I: Hey you

"It's another calm boring day, nothing ever happened, Emma thoughts out loud in her head wondering if that is all the life she gets, nothing ever happened in Rosemary town, she was sitting in the math class, Mr gillies class, she's smart and everyone knows that even she knows that and sometimes brags about."

everyone is doing their own thing, some follow the lesson, some chat, or even some sleep but Emma, Emma was in the middle, she's an overthinker, and sometimes she day sleep but now is not the time, now she needs to follow, now she needs to look at the board, at the hard equations that she easily solves, without warning the door opens, it's the principal with a new boy, well built, dark eyes with nothing but shattered in them, well dressed, everyone especially girls was intimidated by his presence, his gaze that can tell that he's no simple boy, not a town boy, stands the boy in front of the class to introduce himself, it's Christopher, the name he tells nothing more and it seems no problem for him not to say anything, at all, The mysterious boy, Christopher, introduces himself to the class. Emma, sitting in her seat, glances up to get a better look at him, intrigued. She observes for a moment before she starts talking to herself.

Emma's "inner monologue": Quite the entrance, just the name nothing more, going for the mysterious and the edgy look, welcome to nothing, stranger.

he settled in the last chair of the class, and yet Emma still observed him, his shallow I hate his personality she does not find it attractive at all, as the class continued and the teacher droned on about equations, Emma noticed Christopher sleeping soundly at his desk as if he didn't have a care in the world.

she couldn't help but chuckle softly to herself, slightly amused by his relaxed attitude. despite her usual focus on her studies, Emma found her gaze drifting back to him occasionally, intrigued by his nonchalant demeanor, the teacher, noticing him dozing off, cleared his throat loudly and walked over to his desk," Mr. Christopher "Call me Chris" rapidly responds as the teacher continued schooling "I understand class can be dull sometimes, but I'd appreciate it if you could at least pretend to stay awake. This isn't a nap time"," roger roger".

Emma couldn't help but stifle a little unhearable laugh as soon as she heard Chris's response. She was the only one in the class who recognized the Star Wars reference and found it both amusing and kind of endearing. She tried to cover her growing smile with one hand while sneaking glances at him and the clueless teacher.

 The sound of the bell echoed throughout the classroom, signaling the end of the class. Students quickly gathered their belongings, eager to leave. Emma took her time, packing her things with a thoughtful expression. As she zipped up her backpack, she cast one last glance at the mysterious new student, Chris, who was still sitting casually in his chair

Emma: just what is thinking about, who cares, right? I mean he didn't look in my direction at all, not even once, hey you just come and say something for god sake.

Christopher rises from his seat and walks out of the classroom without looking back. Emma watches him leave, a mix of curiosity and intrigue etched on her face. She slings her backpack over her shoulder and stands up from her desk, taking a moment to process her thoughts before exiting the classroom herself, Emma follows the path towards the school back, why not, it's closer to her house, her curiosity piqued. she turns the corner and spots the familiar face of the new boy, Chris, leaning against the wall puffing smoke from a cigarette? she pauses for a moment, observing him from a distance her gaze fixated on him smoking nonchalantly. Emma takes a deep breath and decides to approach him tentatively. Emma stops a few feet away from him, watching as he exhales a cloud of smoke into the air. She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, a hint of disapproval on her face "

Emma: just be confident and talk casually, Hey you, you know, smoking is bad for you, right? I mean bad

Chris: you don't say 

Emma rolls her eyes at his nonchalant response but also secretly finds his attitude endearing

"Oh, so you find it funny, do you? smoking is a serious health hazard, you know, oh god how arrogant"

Chris: and who you are? the health police?

Emma can't help but smirk at his response admiring his wit, "No, I'm not, but I do have common sense. And common sense says smoking sucks"

Chris just can't help but smile back like she said something silly, "Common sense, huh, what a stupid thing, you barely understand life"

Emma rises an eyebrow, "Oh god I just want to punch him, what with the attitude, bitch, oh? So you think it takes intelligence to smoke and damage your lungs? interesting perspective.

"the smarter you get, the more you want to die, I'm just doing it unpainfully,

Emma's smirk fades, she leans against the wall next to him, her voice softer, "Why would you say that? you make it sound like intelligence and self-destruction go hand in hand"

"Don't they tho? you're just not smart enough", Chris leaves the corner heading to the parking lot, and Emma watches him walk away, a mixture of irritation and curiosity in her eyes. She takes deep breaths contemplating whether to follow him or not. Her competitive nature and stubbornness win out as she hurries after him. 

Chris: are you following me?

Emma: no I'm not 'following' you. I just happened to be heading this way

he gets in his car and gaz it up, Emma watches him drive away, left standing in the parking lotr with a mixture of frustration and fascination. there was something about him, his carefree attitude. Despite the initial annoyance, she couldn't deny the flicker of curiosity growing within her

Emma: Oh shit, he's good, but I'll know more about him, what speacial about him that gives him this gaze, goodbye stranger.