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High school.

Senior year.

New school.

You can do this.

Steeling your nerves and inhaling deeply, you clutched your English binder close to your chest and entered the classroom. There was only a few other kids in there, you were quite early. Sitting at an empty desk not too far in the front or middle, just a few rows back from the teacher's desk, you took out your pen. You were ready to start the school day.

Kids flooded in, all of them taking a single glance at you before sitting with their friends, all people that they already knew. You were becoming discouraged as the seats around you were filled, but nobody actually sat next to you. You'd resigned yourself to being an island as the bell rang and the teacher stood up for the pledge.

Just after the pledge finished, a brunette boy walked in calmly.

"Mr. Nestor, late as usual. It's the first day of school." The teacher, Mrs. Martin, sighed as she looked at him over her glasses.

"I got lost, so I get excused for the first week of school, right?" He smirked at her, hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

"Not if you've been coming to the classroom for the past three years. Which you have. Unfortunately."

"Ah, you love me, Mrs. M."

"Sit, Mr. Nestor." She ordered the boy, and he lazily looked around the classroom for an open seat.

It was then that you realized the only seat left was next to you. You sucked in a breath, trying not to make eye contact with the student, instead focusing on the teacher as she began introducing herself.

"We're going to go around the room and say one thing we did this summer. Please, make sure it's school appropriate and not illegal, I don't want to be called as a witness in a drug trial." She sighed, gesturing to the boy at the front.

The kids slowly shared out until it was your turn, and you immediately felt everyone's eyes on you. Taking a shaky breath, you put on as confident a face as you could muster to talk. "My name is Y/N, and this summer I moved from Florida all the way up here."

"Welcome to Maine." The teacher smiled, which soon fell once she realized it was 'Mr. Nestor's turn.

"I'm Lucas," he said with much more confidence than you, "and this summer I... did nothing that Mrs. Martin would like to be a witness to."

"Oh Lord." She rolled her eyes, already done with this school year.

As the next kids introduced themselves, Lucas turned to you. "So, you're a Florida girl?"

"Uhm yes?"

"So you must have been in a swimsuit a lot."

You looked at the boy oddly. "Yeah, I taught swim lessons year-round."

"Could you, y'know, give me swim lessons?" The kid said with a smirk on his face, and you had to contain your laughter because the class was still introducing themselves.

"Whoops I've suddenly developed hydrophobia." You scoffed, looking Lucas dead in the face.

His smirk turned into a genuine smile as he reclined in his seat. "I was just messing with you, Y/N. Welcome to Maine."

"Thanks, Lucas."

Soon enough, the bell rang, and you started packing up your stuff. Strangely, Lucas waited for you to sling your book bag over your shoulder. Looking at him with an eyebrow rasied, you started walking out of the classroom, accompanied by him.