I glanced up to see a bandana haired, tall, and hazel eyed boy smiling at me with deep dimples.
I followed him with my eyes as he sat down next to me. He giggled slightly, smiling, looking down at his lap.
"Hi." He smiled.
"Hi." I nodded slowly turning my head back to the front of the room where Mr. Jacobs was shutting the door.
"Alright class. We have a new student Josie everyone say hi." The class remained silent.
"Okay,"he rubbed his hands together,"today you'll be assigned a project. The project is not going to be written, but it is going to be made. Like an art project. I'll pair you up as soon as I get my new roster, but until then we'll be watching a video." The whole class silently praised for the video day. I just began slouching in my seat and placed my feet flat on the floor, folding my arms across my chest.
The boy next to me would occasionally look at me and when I would look back, he would look away pretending to look at something else. This would go on for five minutes until I would change my position.
"I got it!" Mr. Jacobs jogged to the front, after pausing the video.
"Okay, um, Ruthie and John. Luke and Hayden. Molly and Dawson. Josie and Ashton..." I tuned Mr. Jacobs out as I scanned my eyes across the room looking for another set of pupils looking for mine, but they seemed to land on the hazel ones staring into me.
"Josie..." He nodded and smiled.
"You're Ashton, right?" He nodded again.
"Great, well. Um, when should we start working?" I said breaking the silence.
"Do you have A or B lunch?"
"B lunch." I replied.
"Great, I'll meet you outside for lunch and we'll start working then, yeah?" The bell rang and we gathered our materials.
"Yeah." I nodded in reply and we awkwardly dismissed each other.
Students shuffled the halls after each bell rang before it was finally B lunch. I promptly sat myself at a table outside, by myself preferably, and opened the brown sack lunch.
"Good, I thought you might've bailed on me." Ashton had appeared out of nowhere. I hadn't even heard him come from behind me. He placed his books on the table before rummaging through his folder looking for a sheet of paper. He finally had dug one up and handed me one as well.
"Thanks." I flashed a small smile and took another bite from my sandwich.
"God dammit now I need a pencil." He groaned. I quickly pulled out an extra for him and he took it between his finger tips.
"Thanks." He took the end of the pencil and shoved it between his front teeth, twisting it as he rested his elbow on the table.
"Okay, let's get started," I pulled my hair over to my right shoulder, something I always do before I write, because I basically write with my face on the table. He just smiled at me.
"Should we start?" I asked.
"Oh yeah sorry." He replied before rapidly writing his name and subject on his paper.
"Okay, so I guess we just talk about ourselves." He stated uncomfortably. I don't blame him. Expressing himself to a complete stranger is rather odd and strange. It's a strange feeling telling someone everything about you when this is the first time you've ever locked eyes with them.
"You can go first." He put the 'can' in there to make it sound nice.
"I'm a foster child."
He began writing but soon processed my words and stared into my eyes. They glowed wide and they turned an icy hazel. More white and pale than before.
"I'm so sorry." He curled his lips.
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-hello. Another update! Yay! This one is short because I'm really tired and just want to go to bed. So please tell me if this is moving too fast. Because id really like to know if I need to slow it down. Thanks y'all.
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