I Never Meant to Fall in Love

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Today was my first day at my new school. I was super nervous. This morning my mom and grandma tried to make me relax, but it didn't really help. I was terrified of this new school and the thought of knowing no one. I hated not fitting in and feeling out of place. I just hoped someone would come over to greet me or be nice enough to show me around.

I walked into my first class and looked around the room. In the far corner, I saw a group of girls who were gossiping over something and checking to see if their makeup looked good. Probably not the group for me, since I didn't wear as much makeup as them. For the first day, I put on mascara and eyeliner and left the rest natural.

In sort of the middle of the room, was a few boys who were talking. Nope. Not going there. The whole class was pretty much divided into groups. I didn't really know where to go, so I just say myself in the front row of desks.

"Good morning, students! My name is Ms. Morgan and I'll be your algebra teacher for this semester. Any questions so far?"

The class all shook their heads.

"Alright, so to start things off, I've created a desk arrangement. I'll call your names to make sure you're present and to give you your seat."

Ms. Morgan began to call out namesake I wasn't really paying attention.

"Jack McGuire."
"Erika Bozin."
"Mckenna Durham."

I was too focused on blending in with the crowd. I didn't want to be that one awkward person who stood out, that's be embarrassing. I wanted to start things off on a good note.

"Cassandra Wade."

The first day was so important to set a good impression on your teachers and classmates.

"Natasha van Horne."
"Kurtis Sutherland."

My fingers were furiously tapping against the desk.

"Isabelle Rourke."

I was so nervous.

"Isabelle Rourke?"

Who was I going to sit beside?

"Is Isabelle Rourke present?"

I snapped out of my trance of thoughts and my hand shot up in the air.

"Here! I'm here..."

People quietly laughed which made my stomach do a front flip. I got up to go to my new desk and sunk low in my seat. That was horrible.

"Brooklyn Beckham."

Brooklyn Beckham... I knew that name. David Beckham! I didn't know everything about soccer, but I knew enough to know that he was one of the best players! And his son is in my class!

She directed him to the desk right next to me. I looked to my left when he sat down.

"Wait a minute!" I tried to yell in a whisper.
"What do you want?!"

As he turned to face me, his facial expression changed to surprised. Looks like he recognized me too.

"You're the obnoxious guy who kicked the soccer- football at me!" I've got to get used to saying football.
"I have a name and it's, Brooklyn."
"I thought the 'Brooklyn Beckham' was going to at least say 'sorry' instead of being rude and just running off!"
"What is the 'Brooklyn Beckham' supposed to act like?" He used air quotations around his name.
"Brooklyn! Isabelle! No talking!"

The class snickered and whispered. They were all staring at us. Great. Just great.

The first class was really boring and long. I wasn't having a hard time or anything, but Brooklyn looked like he was struggling. He would stare down at the textbook like he was reading a foreign language or something. When the bell rung, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Finally, no more Brooklyn.

I mean, he's the son of David and Victoria Beckham... Not what I expected.

I got so tangled up in thinking about Brooklyn Beckham that I got lost in the halls. The swarm of people were all filling into classrooms and I still didn't have a clue what or where my next class was. I wondered around the empty halls, searching for my class.

"Ugh," I groaned.

I took out my schedule and found that I had English next. Now, to find the classroom. I looked around some more, but still failed to find the right class.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps getting louder. From around the corner, Brooklyn came running. He almost ran past me, but quickly stopped. He didn't even look out of breath from running.

"Get to class, come on!"
"Uh ok."
"Let's go!"
"No rush, I mean do you really want to go back to English?"
"What are you trying to say here?"
I gave him a straight face, "No, we are not ditching class."
"Why not?!"
"It's my first day, that wouldn't look good..."
"Oh, right... You're?"
"Isabelle. But just call me Izzy if that's easier."
"I'm Brooklyn... Even though you already knew that," he said, scratching the back of his head once he knew that him introducing himself wasn't really necessary.
"Lead that way!"

He walked in front of me and I followed close behind. Just because he's helping me to class doesn't mean I've completely warmed up to him yet. There's still a lot I don't know about this guy.

"Isabelle."

As soon as we walked into the classroom, all eyes were on us.

"Take your seat."

There were two empty seats next to each other. Of course I was sitting next to Brooklyn again.

Mr. Harrison, our English teacher, explained to us to write a descriptive piece of writing about what you did during the summer, just as sort of an icebreaker activity. I liked this better than last class, since Mr. Harrison didn't make us jump right to the work.
This little assignment was kind of fun. I wrote about going swimming with my dad, camping with my dad, watching movies, our family barbecue, and when my dad and I travelled to Canada for two weeks.

The bell rang, "Finish up your descriptive writing for tomorrow's class. You will be reading them out loud. Have a good rest of the day."

Brooklyn stood up first and walked out of the room. As I was about to exit, I was pulled back. I looked behind me to see a girl who was a bit shorter than me. Her black hair was done into a bunch of tiny braids. Her skin was dark along with her dark brown eyes.

"I'm Grace," she offered her hand to shake.
"Isabelle."
"Hey, what's with Brooklyn?"
"What do you mean?"
"He normally doesn't really talk to many girls. His parents are kind of overprotective when it comes to dating-"
"Dating?! If you were going to ask, we are not dating!"
"No, I'm not asking that! What I'm trying to say is that what he did today was kind of weird. I've known him for some years now and-"
"Sorry, I keep cutting you off, but what did he do today?"
"I thought- aren't you guys like good friends?"
"No..." I was lost at this point.
"Then why did he save the desk beside him for you?!"