Moving To Town

Chapter Two: Unexpectedly Invited

Classes fade in and out for me. Nothing is too important on day one. Its all just school rules and syllabuses, and occasionally a class starts talking about themselves. First period, Psych 1. Second period, Study Hall. Third period, boring old Chem 1. Fourth period, Yearbook. Fifth period, Statistics and Probability. Sixth period, Economics and US Gov. Seventh period, AP Literature also known as work-your-ass-off Literature. None of my teachers, except for my Psych teacher, stand out too much to me. My Psych teacher is currently my favorite, just because he's so real with us. It's hilarious honestly. 

All in all, day one was bearable. Nothing too crazy happened, and I paid enough attention that I can get the supplies I need that were listed on each of the syllabuses. The final bell has rung and now I can get out of here. As I begin walking out of the 200 building, which is where my final period AP Lit is, I here someone bolting and yelling. I turn around, most people aren't even fazed by this. When I turn around, I notice auburn-green-teal haired girl from this morning is running around and chasing another guy. This guy is a bit taller than her but probably not taller than me, but he is as skinny as I am. He has dark brown, almost black, hair and is wearing almost all black save for his jeans. They are both yelling and running around while a small group of 4 other people walk around talking and following them. At this point I've lost interest, but take solace in knowing that auburn-green-teal haired girl from this morning has a group of friends to keep her company and hopefully out of trouble.

I walk over to my bike and use my bike key to unlock it from its U-lock. As I get on my bike and prepare to leave, the girl from this morning calls out to me and begins heading this way. What possessed her to break from what she was doing to come see me, I have no idea. I just hope it isn't to tell me how much of an asshole I am. 

She comes straight up to my bike, I look over at her before briefly turning my head out of embarrassment. She then moves around me to face me and where I was looking. I use all my willpower to look at her in the eyes. I notice she has a green shade of hazel in her eyes, and I also notice that her short hair really frames her face. I'd say it was almost cute. Almost, mind you. I have no interest in girls right now, so I refuse to entertain that thought. Especially over a girl I don't know almost at all. 

"Thank you for this morning. I don't do well under pressure, and I was really stressed about coming to school today. But I really appreciate what you did for me." She says as she looks at me with what I assume is the purest smile I've ever seen. And that's when I break eye-contact. For me to hold it that long was a battle all on its own, but the smile broke it. I lost the battle. I scratch my head and chuckle.

"Honestly its no big deal, don't worry about it. I'm just glad your doing alright and that there wasn't a scene."

She continues smiling, and I get more confused. She isn't gonna call me an asshole or anything? Does this mean I'm good and that I'm not coming off as asshole-ish? 

"Why don't you come hang with me and my friends? We stay after school for a bit and hang out before going home. You don't have to be anywhere do you?" She gives me a look of interest. Like she's interested in my response. Even though I know its probably fine and that I'm not being tricked I still look away. I fumble for an excuse in my mind as my ears start to burn up. Finally I find words.

"Well I'm just moved to town and I have to help my mother set up the house so we can live in it successfully. Maybe another time." I say with a little bit of confidence. It was partially true, but my mother wasn't gonna be home from work till 6. And it was barely 2:30 now. With this the girl steps to the side kindly so I have the ability to leave. But before I do she stammers a sentence together.

"Well if you think about it, we'll be here everyday after school. The name's Clair Esciel, what's yours?" She extends her arm out in hopes of a handshake. I put mine out and grab hers. I look at her and tell her my name. She giggles and nods. I then let go of her hand, which was small and soft, and proceed to leave. I went the same way that I came to school this morning, looking for any cuts in the paths that might make it shorter. I found none by the time I got home. I open the house with my key, go around and unlock the garage so I can put my bike in. Then I close the garage again and then follow it by locking the front door. I walk back up the stairs as I quickly toss my backpack down to its spot from the stairs. I pull out my phone and text my mother a list of supplies to get on her way home. And that puts her at a 6:30 to 7 o'clock estimated arrival time. I walk right from the stairs to my room, and plop down into my spin-y but not roll-y chair that sits on my carpet floor. I like carpet alright, don't judge. I pull out my laptop, and I pull up the chatroom for the group chat. I don't like using the group chat on my phone cause it lags a lot and can crash my phone at times even. So using my more powerful laptop, my home laptop is more convenient. At least until I unpack my Gaming PC to setup here in my room. Then I could just use that bad boy. Anyway, I type away on the group chat for a while until "Princess" comes on. It was then that I pulled out my phone. Whenever "Princess" comes online, I always pull out my phone to text her separately cause, even though I love everyone in the group chat, I love her a bit more. I scroll through my contacts to the name listed as Elizabeth Morales, which when I open up her contact has her nickname set as Eliza and her Pik-Chat username listed as "Princess". I open the text messaging screen, which is stupidly bright white and hurts my eyes at night, and begin to text her.