Best Exes

BEFORE: I met you

"Eeeep!" Hannah squeals, jumping as I walk beside her.

"Why are you so excited?" I ask.

"Regan, Regan, Regan," she shakes her head, "It's the first day of school!"

She says and I roll my eyes, Thank you captain obvious.

"What's so exciting about being back to school?"

"Well," she trails off as we round the corner, heading to our class. "First off, we get to get out of the house every day meaning no chores, and, of course, first day means new school year means new students means new cuties! Eeeeep!" She squeals again.

Of course. How could I be so uneducated? Note the sarcasm.

"We're 12, Hannah," I bluntly tell her.

"So?"

"So unless you wanna be called a you know what by the higher grades-"

"Oh shush Regan," she cuts me off, "A little crush won't hurt nobody,"

I roll my eyes, sighing as we enter our class room and sit in the middle row beside the window.

Honestly, I quite like first days too but I try not to show it too much unlike someone I know.

What I like best are the new school supplies I get. Call me materialistic, but there is something oddly satisfying about buying new school supplies. I'm sure it's not just me who feels that way. Hopefully.

The teacher soon walks in and we all settle in our seats, the chats of my classmates dying down.

"Good morning, children," she smiles. She's young-looking, she must be new.

We stood up from our seats to greet her back, "Good morning, miss..." We trail off, not really sure what to call her since we had no idea who she was.

The teacher chuckles, "Miss Anne," she says.

"....Miss Anne," we finish our greeting. I guess she's one of those teachers who prefer to be called by her name and not her surname. Maybe she didn't like her surname.

I wonder what her surname is, though?

I shrug before sitting back down on my seat, along with my class mates.

"So since you all know my name, I think it's only necessary that I know yours, yeah?" Miss Anne giddily asks.

It's obviously a rhetorical question and we are all obviously required to introduce ourselves. I always try to rehearse these before school starts but I always end up not saying the words I wanted to say.

I frown.

"Okay," Miss Anne claps her hands together, "Let's start with," she looks at the student sat on the front left most part of the class room and smile at the student, "you,"

The student stands up and I recognize him as Ian.

"Sebastian," He says, "But I go by Ian because Sebastian is such a long name,"

"Okay Ian," Miss Anne smiles. I don't think this woman ever stops smiling. "Thank you," she says and Ian sits back down on his chair, "Next," Miss Anne nods at the student next to Ian.

Before the student could even introduce himself, however, someone knocks at the door.

Miss Anne turns her attention to the door as we follow her glance. Through the small glass opening of the door, a boy stood and Miss Anne gestures for him to come in.

"Good morning," Miss Anne greets the boy.

The boy says nothing. He looks pale and he had a light fringe that was swept to the side of his forehead. The black jacket he wore wasn't helping his complexion at all, but he was okay I guess. And he is what Hannah would call a 'cutie'.

"Would you mind introducing yourself?" Miss Anne asks and we all turn our attention to the boy. I don't think our attention trailed off of him, though.

He seems surprised but he nods, "I'm Fi-" he pauses to breathe, "Finnegan, but call me Finn,"

I found his name funny but I hold back my chuckle.

"Alright, Finn, thank you," Miss Anne smiles again. Her cheeks must be hurting already. "You may sit anywhere you please,"

There wasn't much options left for him since he was late so he walks down the aisle and settles himself on the far end of the room.

As he walked, Hannah looks to me and smirks as if to tell me she told me so. I only roll my eyes again to that.

I shrug to myself, maybe a little crush won't hurt.