𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄

─ ❝ act i ❞

⎡ act i - transfer ⎦

┊❝ A new student... huh? ❞┊

── STANDING at the front of the room, feeling her palms sweat from the numerous pairs of eyes pinned to her form, (Y/N) tried to slow her breathing as she glanced to the teacher and principal who were still conversing about her transfer. In all honesty, as she wasn't too good with public settings, she wanted to shrivel in on herself like a snail, disappearing into her comforting shell where only the darkness could see her.

Unfortunately, she wasn't a snail.

And unfortunately, she couldn't disappear.

"Okay, thank you," the teacher nodded politely to the principal who soon left the classroom before turning to (Y/N) with a gentle smile. "Alright, (Y/N). There's a free seat in the back row, okay?"

Giving her best forced smile, the look disappeared when (Y/N) turned around, clutching her backpack's strap tighter as she trudged to the back of the room. She kept her eyes glued to the floor due to the incessant stares and whispers of her classmates, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end and give an uncomfortable prickly sensation due to the fact. How she really wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. After sitting down, she then removed and unzipped her backpack to pull out a journal and her school-issued computer before turning back to the front.

This wasn't the first she ever had to move schools, and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. Propping her head up and staring blankly at the whiteboard, she exhaled softly, thinking about the tedious and slow process of making new friends. So consumed in her thoughts, time seemed to fly by for her, and when the bell rang, she almost fell out of her chair from how startled she was.

Quickly, she hurried to pack her things before standing to walk to her next class.

She stood in the doorway as her eyes scanned the hall filled with throngs of students, each laughing at what his or her friend said, all on their way to their own classes, never once giving her a chance to squeeze her way into the hall.

She felt her throat go dry.

Oh, boy.

I really hate high school.

Pushing her way through the crowd, feeling as if she were drowning from how many times she was poked by elbows, by how many times her feet were stomped on, and by how many times she was just full on shoved out of the way. At times like this, she wished she could've stayed at her old school where she had grown somewhat used to the hustle and bustle. Gritting her teeth, she ignored those thoughts just the same as she ignored the people around her, intent on making it to her second period on time.

Thankfully, she did step inside just in time.

"Ah!" The male teacher at the front of the room exclaimed upon seeing her, a welcoming smile on his face. "You must be (Y/N), right?"

"Yes," she nodded, shuffling her feet so she was further in the room.

"Excellent!" He seemed almost happy that she was there, something that confused her greatly as she watched him take out a clipboard to glance over. "Okay! We finally have an even number of students! Could you please go sit by Dylan over there? That will be your assigned seat and he will be your assigned partner for the rest of the year."

"Okay," she nodded in understanding.

Walking towards the specified area which the teacher had pointed out, she faltered in her journey upon seeing a small group gathered around where her seat was supposed to be. Nervous by that point, standing stiffly just on the outside of the small group, (Y/N)'s eyes widened when able to look through a small gap in the crowd to see who they were crowding around.

The two boys in the middle were absolutely breathtaking.

One had an undercut of messy blonde hair that fell across his face in a rather stylish way, framing his face of flawless pale skin and light, brown eyes. A small mole was situated under his left eye, something that only seemed to enhance his attractive nature. On both of his ears, two small rings pierced his helix while two more pierced his lobe, ring or two donning his fingers to complete the jewelry he wore. Then there was his smile—it was more a smirk, one that showed he believed he should be the center of attention.

The other was the complete opposite.

He had dark black hair that seemed to copy the night sky which paired well with his cold grey eyes and pale skin. His eyes were sharp and a bit thin, suggesting Asian ancestry, something that highlighted his almost otherworldly beauty. Like his compatriot, he wore silver rings and had pierced ears, however he only held one piercing on both ears of small black rings. Unlike his compatriot, his arms were crossed over his chest and he wore a prominent frown, as if he couldn't be bothered by the others around him in the least.

(Y/N) flicked her eyes between them.

Is one of them... Dylan?

I can't tell, and honestly? I don't want to interact with this many people just to get to my seat.

Before she could casually set her stuff down and pretend to go to the bathroom so she wasn't loitering around the group like a dejected outcast, she stiffened when meeting the blonde boy's eyes. He almost seemed surprised by her presence, like he hadn't been expecting her, but a twinkle of amusement could be seen that suggested he wasn't uninterested in the least.

"Who are you?" He questioned, addressing her outright and making the entirety of the group fall silent so they could turn to look at her.

Just like that, eyes were on her once more.

"Oh, uh... (Y/N)," she introduced somewhat softly, flicking her eyes down to his desk. "I just transferred here, and the teacher told me to sit beside Dylan... are you Dylan?"

"I am," Dylan smirked. "A new student... huh? Won't this be exciting?"

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To be continued...