Hold Tight (Phan Adoption)

Chapter Seven

Waverly's POV

I weave my way through the crowded hall, desperate to reach the classroom. The sound of never ending chatter fades as I walk through the door and head to my usual seat in the very back. I never get called on back here, plus I can daydream as much as I want. This week hasn't been super terrible compared to before Christmas. Now that my clothing is presentable I don't get as many nasty looks, thanks to Dan and Phil. I love living with them. I feel pretty comfortable around them, that home is my safe haven.

I haven't completely opened up to them yet, but its only been a few days. Today is Wednesday, so far I haven't minded school. Hardly anyone actually recognizes me thanks to Dan. With that being said, no matter how much I change my hair or clothes I will still get picked on for my tiny figure.

I take out my homework and try to get a little organized. I hate this stupid class. Who even needs to learn Spanish? Not me, that's who.

"Hello, um.. Is this seat taken?" A girls voice in front of me says. I don't look up, I just shake my head and continue getting my papers in order.

The girl sits beside me and sighs. I do suppose that was a bit rude, which of course I feel guilty for immediately. I lift my head and look at the girl. My eyes widen at her beauty. She has to be new.. I'm sure of it. Her hair is a long strawberry blonde thats perfectly straight. A few freckles are sprinkled across her cheeks and her green eyes are illuminated by the small amount of makeup applied to them. Her full figure sits in the seat right beside me and I am just absolutely dumb founded. Should I talk to her? Phil keeps wanting me to make some friends, maybe this is my chance? I finally find my words while admiring her striking beauty.

"Hi, I'm Waverly. You're new?" I say with a weird amount of confidence. My heart feels like it may just beat out of my chest. The girl looks at me and smiles. Her pink tinted lips are so full and plump surrounding her perfectly white, straight teeth.

"Yeah I'm new. My name is Elizabeth, I've just moved from town about three hours out of London. Its my first day.." She trails while taking her notebook out.

"Well, if y-you need any help around I will show you. I mean if you want.." I offer and get nervous straight away.

"Thank you so much! It'd be nice to have a friend, I don't know anyone." Elizabeth laughs and I smile. My heart beats even faster, but in a good way. She wants to be my friend? But she's so.. Popular looking. She's one of those girls you'd see modeling clothes for those expensive brands or one of those beauty gurus on YouTube with millions of subscribers. And here she is. Talking to me. Wow.

"Yeah yeah of course.." I say before the teacher cuts me off. He calls role and goes on with the lesson about verb conjugation and stem changing verbs. How fun.

I can't pay attention to the lesson, I'm just way too excited. My stomach tightens as I begin to over think things. Like what if she's actually serious? Is she as nervous as I am? Why do I feel this way?

I spend the class doodling on my paper and thinking of Elizabeth. Before I know it, the bell dismisses us. I stand up and grab my stuff. I don't even know if the teacher assigned homework, nor do I care.

"What's your next class?" Elizabeth asks me as we walk out.

"Maths.. Room 168." I say and feel all tingly.

"Me too! Wow thank God. Promise to never leave me?" She jokes and giggles as we walk down the hall. My chest tightens and I can't help but smile.

" Promise," I giggle. I'm just so damn happy.

By the end of the day Elizabeth and I exchange phone numbers after being very well acquainted. We passed notes in maths, sat together at lunch and talked the whole period during history. Luckily, we had a substitute and she didnt mind.