Irresistible [Teen!Prussia X Teen!Reader]

4~ Hope ~

I woke up at six a.m.
«I don't want to go to that hell again..» I whispered while dressing up with a pair of ripped jeans and a white shirt. I didn't even eat since I wasn't feeling that good.
I slowly exited my house, lifeless, or almost. Today my brother wasn't with me, he felt sick so he decided to stay at home to rest, so I was all alone in a total different world from the one I was before, when I was in the city I was born, where I didn't even understand the language that good and full of... bullies?
I got on the bus and I kept glaring outside while listening to Eyes On You and Brand New Life by the Nine Lashes band \damn,if someone knows that band please, text me and let's plan the day we're getting married./, trying the best to ignore people. As I arrived I literally jumped off the bus and walked fast to the school. When I entered my room a surprise caught my eyes: the sit next to my own was occupied by a tall guy with white hair and red eyes, an albino.
«I...I was sure I sat lonely...maybe...that's not my sit?» I thought while staring at that guy and my sit. He turned his head and looked at me for moment, then he smiled and looked back forward. I slowly approached my sit, feeling a little scared, and sat down. I stared at the blackboard, trying to not think about the guy next to me, but it was hard. I looked at him just for a second and, as it was destiny, he did the same. I blushes and looked away, embarrassed.
«W-what do I do? D-does he think I'm weird now? Probably yes... WHAT DO I DO?!» I was low-key panicking inside my mind and my body showed it: I started trembling a little, and that embarrassed me even more. He looked at me curiously and took off his leather jacket.
«Are you cold?» He asked me.
«Eh? E-English?! Wha- » I panicked even more.
«Your face is bright red. Are you sure you're alright?» He slowly put his hand on my forehead, gently. «Your face's burning...are you ill?»
«N-no...but...why are you not talking in German?»
«You didn't look like a German, so I thought you'd be more comfortable if I've talked to you in English.»
«A-actually...yes...thanks..» I shyly smiled.
«Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt.»
«Uh?»
«My name»
«O-oh...u-umm...(f/n)...(f/n & l/n)»
«Nice to meet you, (f/n)» He said, grinning.
«Y-yeah...nice to meet you...too..»
He looked like a nice person, I liked him. Maybe he was not like the others, maybe he was a kind person, a funny one, not mean, heartless. Suddenly, a strange feeling raised in my body. I started feeling like that place could actually become something good, I started feeling like I could've had a friend even if that place was full of certain people, I felt...happy. I felt hope.