You walked into your new classroom for the first time. Scanning all the kids faces, your stomach churned to see the short kid with braces and the kid with orange curly hair staring right back at you. This couldn't get any worse. You thought as you took the only open seat in the back of the room. You had a clear view of the two kids on your bus, thank God they were sitting in front of you.
"Why, hello there! I'm Mr. Foster. And you are.." Mr. Foster walked in, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Hi, I'm (y/n)."
"Nice to meet you. Why don't we introduce ourselves?" You noticed right off the bat your teacher was way too cocky. He pointed to the short kid on your bus, signaling for him to start. At this point, everyone was turned in your direction, staring at you. You felt very uncomfortable.
"Hi, I'm Bryce."
"And I'm Brandon." The curly haired kid chirped.
It took about 5 minutes for everyone to share their name, but you weren't even paying attention. You were thinking about Carter. He was everything.
There was a loud sound, snapping you back into reality. You looked behind you, where the noise had came from. There was a wall separating your class from Mrs. William's class. The teachers exchanged a few words, and then two handfuls of students came pouring into Mr. Foster's room. When they came in, some students in your homeroom walked into the other class.
"(y/n), You will be staying here." Mr. Foster informed her. You looked around. Carter was one of the students who had come over from Mrs. William's class. He sat a row in front of you. I could stare at his perfect hair all day. You thought.
Lunch finally rolled along after what felt like for forever. You didn't know where to sit, so you spotted your brothers class. You sat down next to him, no one seemed to mind. You and (s/n) whispered quietly the whole time. Mom had packed you and (s/n) the same thing.
"Hey, it's the new kids." A familiar voice called. You looked over, but you couldn't seem to remember where you saw this kid. He was tall and had dark-ish hair. He walked over to you and (s/n). You prayed he wouldn't to anything else to make fun of you. He finally got to you and (s/n), and you braced yourself for the worse.
"Hi, I'm Michael." He extended a hand. (s/n) took it first, and then Michael's gazed switched from (s/n) to you. He extended a hand once more. Hesitantly, you took it. Everyone was looking at you and (s/n) again. Why are they looking at us? It was just a handshake. Is he the most popular kid in the school or something? Gosh..
After lunch, you went back to your classroom, and read for a while. You read until Mr. Foster started to announce something to the class.
"Alright, class. Our plans have changed. We will be going over to Mrs. Williams class to watch a movie, and then if we have time, take a math pop quiz." The class got up and walked around to Mrs. Williams class. Why couldn't they have just opened the wall? You thought.
"Find a seat and stay there!" Mrs. Williams ordered as the movie began to start. The only open seat was right next to Carter. You sat down, preparing yourself to be made fun of after the movie. Your eyes were glued to the movie screen, when you heard something plop onto the desk you were sitting in. It was a folded piece of paper. You opened it up.
I think you're really pretty. -Carter
