I drive past field and farms. 3 miles away from the city my grandma lives. In the country. Her old farm wich she transformed into a nice house. The city is too loud for her.
When I finally arrive at school I put my bike away and run into the building. The bell rings and I enter the classroom in time. My first class is history.
I sit in the back of the class.
Like always.
There is this empty spot right next to me where nobody wants to sit. I already got used to that. It didn't bother me anymore.
Mrs. Anderson, my history teacher, always asks a lot of questions. I always answer. Correct. Other people struggle while I answer every question without hesitation.
After a while I start daydreaming. I wake from it when I hear the door opening. Wich idiot is late now?
A guy walks in the room. He walks over to Mrs. Anderson. He hands her a piece of paper. She nodds.
'You can take place now', she says. Her voice is cold.
I stare at the scene when I realise the only place left over is right next to me.
I couldn't see his face yet. His black hair matching his black leather jacket, his jeans and vans. He walked over to me. I still couldn't see his face. He walks with his head down like he did something bad and he feels guilty about it. I wonder what it could be.
I'm realizing I'm staring at him. I quickly turn away. The view through the window is comforting. Especially when this random guy I don't know comes in and sits right next to me. He unpacks his stuff and sits down.
He smells amazing.
After a while I finally have the guts to look back to my book. I feel eyes burning on me.
'Hi. I'm Jordan.'
'Hi.' Is the only word my brain allows me to say.
'What's your name?' , he asks with a bit of a nervous voice.
'Ow. I'm sorry. My name is Jane.'
'Nice to meet you.'
I look up at him. My eyes caught in his. Two bright blue eyes staring into mine.
'N-nice to meet you too', I say with a trembling voice.
'Allright class, you can start making exercise 14 and 15.' Mrs. Anderson's words made me relieved. Now I had something to take of my mind and stop staring at this boy.
The exercises aren't that difficult but I can see Jordan having a bit of trouble.
I grab all my courage. 'Do you need help?'
'Well, I understand shit about this.' He says with his raspy voice. 'I co-'
The bell rings.
'Maybe next time.' I say with a smile. Where did that come from? I take my books and almost run out of the classroom. I hope he didn't see me.
I walk to my next class. Math.
I hope he isn't in this class as well.
