Scoring 11

Are you stalking me or soemthing new girl?- Fidah

I head back to class so embarrassed. I hit his balls, then his head. I try to ignore everything that just happened and go about my day. Once lunch comes around I sit with Cecelia and Abigail, who are out of this world kind.

"Cece!" Abigail shouts after Cecelia makes a very lewd comment about Abigail's boyfriend. "What? I'm just saying your boyfriend's hot." Cecelia shrugs with a smirk. "Anyway, have you seen anyone yummy yet?" Cece asks, smirking at me while taking a sip of her water.

I nervously tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before speaking. "Well there were these boys earlier-" as if on cue, I'm cut off by the blonde and brunette boy from this morning, approaching the table. The brunette one smiles. "Ooh boys and glitter and- and.....shit Finn give me one." He speaks in a mocking tone, hitting the blonde boy, Finn's chest.

My face reddens and I look over to Abigail and Cecilia. Cecelia rolls her eyes as Abigail smiles brightly at the blonde one. Must be her boyfriend.

"Wait- who is this?" The brunette looks me up and down with a sly smile. I cringe. Gross. I frown and he immediately notice reaction. His smile drops as he quickly speaks. "No, I just meant you're super pretty and stuff nothing like um-" he's cut off by Cecelia. "Shut up Carter." Cecelia rolls her eyes.

I look over to Abigail and notice Finn sitting next to her. I was too engrossed in Carter to notice he even moved. Carters cute, I'll give him that. I just haven't been able to look at anyone the same since I was seven. I lost so much that night. Not just my innocence, my ability to trust.

As I think of it all tears well up in my eyes and I run out of the cafeteria. I run straight to the bathroom and throw up everything. I sit at the toilet heaving for moments before I finally catch my breath and begin to sob. I wipe my tears and look in the mirror only to see my mascara smudged everywhere. I don't see myself anymore, I haven't seen myself. I don't know what I want to see, I think I just want to be seen.

I sniffle, grabbing paper towel and rubbing it all off. I let out a shaky breath before heading out of the bathroom to see Carter standing outside with a frown.

"Hey....um about...um...." He trails off, clearly uncomfortable. Great, just great. My first day and I'm already ruining everything.

"No, um don't even think about it. In fact, forget, please. It's all good." I give him a small smile and he frowns, brows furrowing in confusion as he shakes his head. "No, I clearly made you uncomfortable and I'm sorry, it really wasn't my intention," he runs his hand through his hair. "I've been told I can be very um...un filtered." He gives me a small grin. I giggle slightly. Okay, maybe he's not that bad. I still tread cautiously.

"Well, I accept your apology and your unfiltered-ness? Whatever, is fine." I smile. He smiles back and swings an arm around my shoulder. I panic, I don't show it though. "Well new girl- shit, what's your name? Fi- fo-" I cut him off, tone laced with amusement. "Fidah, it's Fidah."
He smiles and we walk off.
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I realize I'm late for my French class and I'm not to upset about it. I'm fluent in it. I decide to take the longer route around campus by crossing the parking lot. I have my headphones in, humming along to the music. 'Iris' by the 'goo-goo dolls'. Definitely a favorite. Something about this song just hits different, and I love it.

Im going to change my song when I suddenly bump into someone. "Shite," I blurt out, embarrassed. I look up to see the boy from earlier. Just great.

"Oh, I am so sorry...again..." I nervously remove my headphones, giving him a small smile. His expression is unreadable as he crosses his arms over my chest.

"Are you stalking me or something new girl?" He asks, raising a curious brow. My face reddens. Of course I wasn't stalking the guy.

"Wh- what? Of course not. We just happens to be in the same place, at the same time," I cross my arms over my chest. "How do I know you aren't stalking me?" I ask pointedly, lifting my head up to look at him. I wasn't small, I was only 5'7. Compared to him? I looked a bit smaller than I was, considering how muscular he was.

He grins, narrowing his eyes at me. "Fidah, isn't it?" What? How does he know my name? I open my mouth to speak when I'm suddenly interrupted by a ginger girl with the most gorgeous blue eyes coming out of the car behind him. "Baby, I-" she narrows her eyes at me, crossing her arms.

The boy freezes. He turns to speak to her. "Riley, we talked about this-" she cuts him off. "No! No tadgh, we've talked about what you want, not what I want!" She immediately shouts, stomping her foot on the ground like a small child.

Okay then. I awkwardly and quietly step away, putting in my headphones and heading to class.

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Finally, schools over and Aiden's outside waiting for me. I hop in the car, exhausted with all of the fake smiles and laughter when all I want to do is go home and just sleep.

"So, how was your first day?" Aiden gives me a hopeful smile, hand gripping the steering wheel slightly. I let out a breath before hesitantly speaking. "It wasn't....the worst, I even made a few friends." I shrug, throwing my bag into the backseat as Aiden lets out a breath.

"Great.....that's just...that's grand Fidah.." he smiles, hand in gripping the steering wheel. "Friends you say? What're they like?" He starts up the car, beginning to drive off.

I sigh, staring out the window. "Um well there's Abigail, she's really nice and very sweet," I pause before speaking. "Then there's Cecelia, reminds me a lot of myself." At least the person I could have been.

And that's how the rest of the ride home goes. I think I might like Tommen.