Can you see me? (Cullens x B.fem reader)

Chapter 2: Introductions

(Azira's POV)
As I made my way into the school, I felt the stares of the students littered across the parking lot, most likely from the fact I'm a new student in a small town like Forks where everybody pretty much knows everybody, not being bothered by the stares, I make my way into the school and retrieve my schedule before stepping out into the halls while studying my schedule. As I stood for a moment to discern which way to go from here, a rather cheerful guy approached me and greeted "Hey, new girl, welcome to Forks high school. I'm Mike, the eyes and ears of the school, need help getting around, knowing who's who and what's where or a shoulder to cry on, I'm your guy.","That won't be necessary, but I accept your welcome." I reply with a polite smile and begin making my way down the school hall, halfway down the hall I'm stopped by the voice of that boy, Mike, turning back as he calls out to me asking "Wait! Um.. what's your name?", I give an enigmatic smile as I reply "Azira Grey." and I disappear down a turn into a different hall.

After a few minutes of searching, I find my first class of the day, Math class. Walking in, I pay no mind to the chatter and stares of the other students as I pass my schedule to the teacher and introduce myself as the new student, as he signs he instructs "Alright, back row, next to Rosalie. Welcome to our class, Ms. Grey." I take my schedule back and nod in thanks before heading to the back where I spot an empty seat next an extremely beautiful blonde haired girl with her hand raised, I assume she must be Rosalie. Taking my seat, I give her a curt smile before focusing ahead as the class starts, the lesson goes smoothly in my opinion as I keep to myself and get the equations done, though fully aware of the occasional glances Rosalie gives me, 'does she have something to say to me or what? Strange'.

Some time later, the bell goes off signaling the end of class and I leave immediately, looking through my schedule for what my next classes are and looking around, occasionally asking for directions to where they are located before fully grasping the school layout and making it to my second class, History. Walking in and repeating the same process, I'm instructed to sit at the second last row at a seat infront of a blond haired guy named Jasper who in my opinion kinda looks 'constipated? Tense? In pain? Whatever', I shrug my thoughts as i give him a curt nod before taking the seat and focusing on the lesson. As the session goes on, I feel a twinge of curiosity and annoyance at the intense stare I'm receiving from Jasper behind me, 'does he have a problem with me or does he have something to say to me? Cause I know for sure I'm not blocking his view of the board notes..' opting to ignore it as I take notes absent-mindedly and immerse myself in my wandering thoughts, snapping out of my mind when the bell rings and I get up, heading to my next class unhurriedly.