Am I Your Type Now? (Kavetham)

A New Beginning And A New Crush

Alhaitham's alarm blared, cutting through the soft quiet of the morning. His eyes fluttered open to the sight of sunlight spilling into his room, reminding him of what day it was—his first day of high school. Grade 7. It felt unreal. He had always pictured this moment, standing on the threshold of something new, something bigger.

He leaped out of bed with more energy than usual, his heart racing a little with excitement, mixed with nerves. Today would be different. Not the familiar middle school hallways and classmates he'd known for years, but an entirely new building filled with older students. High school students.

Pulling on his crisp uniform, he caught his reflection in the mirror. His mind buzzed with thoughts. "Do I look older? Am I ready for this?" he wondered aloud, smoothing down his collar. His excitement dimmed a little with a flutter of anxiety. What if the older students didn't like him? What if high school was too hard? Shaking off the doubts, he grabbed his bag and rushed downstairs.

The bus ride was uneventful, but Alhaitham noticed the difference immediately. Gone were the familiar faces of his middle school years. The kids were different—taller, more self-assured. He sat quietly with a few 7th graders he vaguely recognized, listening to the chatter of older students surrounding them. As the bus approached the high school, his stomach did a little flip.

The building was massive. Alhaitham stepped off the bus and into the chaos of the school courtyard. Students everywhere—older ones laughing and talking like they owned the place, and younger ones like him, wide-eyed and overwhelmed. He tightened his grip on his backpack, trying not to look too out of place.

His first challenge? Navigating the school. Alhaitham wandered the hallways, glancing at his schedule, desperately trying not to get lost. The halls were filled with students chatting in groups, and more than once, he had to weave through them to avoid bumping into someone. There were lockers everywhere, some decorated with photos and stickers, and it felt like a maze.

As he passed by the courtyard again, something caught his eye. A group of 9th graders, standing near the far end of the yard, caught his attention. One of them stood out—a tall, confident boy with messy blond hair that swayed in the breeze. His uniform was slightly disheveled in a way that made it look intentional, like he didn't care too much about the rules.

Alhaitham paused. Who is that? The boy wasn't loud or trying to show off, but he had this... presence. He seemed to command attention just by standing there, talking casually with his friends. His laugh was warm, and something about him made Alhaitham curious. Maybe it was the ease with which he blended in, or maybe it was just how different he seemed from the rest.

Their eyes met for a brief second. Alhaitham quickly looked away, his face flushing with embarrassment. Why was he staring? He hurried down the hall, trying to shake off the strange feeling. But even as he sat down for his first class, that image of the blond boy lingered in his mind.

Math passed by in a blur. The teacher's voice faded into the background as Alhaitham's thoughts wandered. High school wasn't just a new place—it was a different world. He felt small, like a tiny fish in a vast ocean, but there was something thrilling about it too. New possibilities, new people... and possibly, new friendships. His mind drifted back to the 9th grader from earlier. Why did he stand out so much?

Lunchtime was a whirlwind of noise and confusion. The cafeteria was packed, and finding a seat felt like a mission. Alhaitham eventually settled near some other 7th graders, but his eyes kept darting across the room. It was hard not to feel like a newcomer when everyone else seemed to know each other so well.

He spotted the blond boy again, sitting at a table with a group of friends, laughing about something. Alhaitham found himself staring again, watching how the boy interacted with others. He looked so at ease, like he belonged here. Alhaitham's curiosity deepened. What was his story?

The day dragged on, with more classes and more introductions. Alhaitham was exhausted by the time the final bell rang. He slung his bag over his shoulder, eager to leave but still feeling a little out of place. As he walked toward the school gates, he caught a glimpse of the 9th grader one more time. This time, the boy was walking with a sketchbook tucked under his arm, his face relaxed and thoughtful.

Alhaitham's heart did a little flip again. Who is he? Something told him this wouldn't be the last time he noticed him.

With a final glance at the school, Alhaitham headed home. Today had been overwhelming, exciting, and confusing all at once. But one thing was clear—high school was full of surprises, and he had a feeling that blond 9th grader would be one of them.

By expanding the chapter, we get more of Alhaitham's inner thoughts, more world-building about the school, and build up the intrigue around Kaveh, hinting that their first meeting is inevitable.

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(Dont give me hate chat ik this is ai idk how to make a story i js wanna satisfy myself)