The Wrong Girl (Lea Michele Fan Fiction)

I could already feel the naked eyes of everyone bore into me as I walked into class. I keep my eyes down and my pace steady, I try to take deep and even breaths but that didn't help.

God, I hate this part.

"Who are you?" The bored teacher asks me, I put my hand in the pocket of my jeans and reach for the note. I hand it to the short plump man.

"Ah- Lea. Go take a seat, please." He points to the seat next to a guy with those nerdy glasses on and his hair a mess but he still pulled it off. I sigh and start walking down the lane to get to my chair. I could hear their whispers about me begin.

"Hasn't she heard of a nose job?" I heard two girls snicker at that comment, I grip my books tighter from the arrogance of them. I walk faster and stumble over someone's foot.

"Watch where you're going!" A guy snaps, I fix myself up.

"I-I-I-" I stutter, totally baffled by his appearance.

"She doesn't know where she's going, Luke. Her nose is too big." A girl calls out and he gives a howl of laughter. I bite my tongue and turn to keep walking to my desk.

I won't be here for more than four months, tops.

I put my books down on the desk and slip into my chair.

"I'm Damien." The nerdy guy says to me, he shoves his hand out to me quickly.

"Oh, I'm Lea." I say sheepishly and shake his hand hesitantly. I grab my book out and start taking down the notes my teacher was writing. I could still hear their jokes about me.

"It gets better, don't worry." Damien whispers, I look at him. He gives a shaky smile at me.

"I hope." I answer and he turns back to his work before pushing his glasses back up.

The classroom had pictures of old wars and globes, the desks were made of wood which had pictures drawn on them with black Sharpie, leaving pictures of crude things. The room smelt old and the windows not being opened didn't help.

I look outside and see the sun shining brightly. I close my eyes and wished I was outside and not inside taking notes about some history thing that I didn't care much about. Me and my friends would had been laughing about some new gossip that floated around that we heard about, but no, my mum decided to drive me five aways hour to move and start fresh.

Again.

It felt as if a decade went by before my next class.

"What do you have next?" Damien asks.

"Umm.." I mumble as I find the sheet of paper.

"English," I answer.

"I'm headed that way, I'll show you there." He says and we start walking.

"What made you move to here?" He asks as we walk down a cream coloured hallway.

"Mum wanted a fresh start," I answer and shrug.

"Your dad had no say?" He asks.

"I don't know my dad." I say quickly and we walk by a few classes marked with 1B, 2B and 3B.

That reminded me of pencils.

"Well, this is you. I'll find you for lunch, ok?" He says and I look after him as he walks away.

In the way we just came.

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I felt insecure about this whole thing.

Damien did find me for lunch but everyone just stared at me. I felt like no one wanted me here and that Damien was only doing this out of politeness. He walks to the back of the cafeteria and sits at a table that has three people on it. A girl with blue eyes and blonde hair, a guy who had the same features so I'm guessing they're related.