Red Thread ♡《Laurence x Reader》DISCONTINUED

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The first episode of Mermaid Tales was released a few hours ago!! I found it funny when Aaron said he wasn't looking for a girlfriend, two minutes later he's staring right at Aphmau

Love at first site ;v;?

Anyways, here's the next chapter. These two chapters are from a few months ago (story wise). The next chapter will be set in the present.
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I walked into my homeroom, class 3-B.

The teacher noticed me, flashing me a welcoming smile. I had an emotionless look plastered on my face, but I gave her a small smile.

"Class, quiet! We have a new student," she informed.

The class turned their heads to look at me. So embarrassing..I hate being the centre of attention. I went to go take a spare seat at the front.

"Wait- you have to introduce yourself first," the teacher started. Oh great, I have to talk. "My names miss (insert a name here because I can't think of anything. Plus she shares no relevance in the story anyway LOL) by the way," she beckoned me to stand back up.

I stood in the front of the class.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"It's Y/N" I mumbled shyly.

"Pfft, you don't even know your own name?" A student at the back chuckled to himself.

"Gene! Quit it," the teacher scolded.

Clearly, they didn't hear me. Jerks. It didn't help they were talking over the top of me.

"I guess we'll have to call her 'new girl'," a boy in the back shrugged, laughing. He had silky brown hair and sky blue eyes. The teacher shot him a death glare.

"My names Y/N," I spoke loudly.

"What sorry?" The boy in the back asked, his hand near his ear. I think his name is Gene? The boy next to him laughed.

I cursed under my breath and took a seat, it's not like they're going to be in my classes anyway, so it doesn't matter. I huffed as I sat on my chair.

The bell rang, and we all walked off to class.

I had history. Borrring.

As I entered the classroom I saw Gene with that blue eyed boy again.

I let out a long sigh. This is just GREAT.

I ended up having to sit directly in front of the duo, and the whole lesson they threw paper balls at my head. At one point I snapped and yelled at them. But I ended up getting in trouble? Meh.

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It was finally home time. I let out a sigh of relief.

Everyone was walking out of the gate at once. I them felt a leg hit mine, and my body swung forward. Before I knew it, my face collided with the ground with a huge thud.

I could feel people staring at me, hundreds of pairs of eyes just looking at me. I looked up and saw a pair of shoes in front of me. I heard everyone snickering and laughing now, making jokes. I tilted my head up a bit more, and the boy with brown hair laughing at me hysterically.

"Sorry," he apologised sarcastically.

"Heh, good job Laurence," I heard Gene laugh.

They walked off, and I stood up after they left.

I could feel my cheeks burning with anger, I gritted my teeth. I touched my forehead and I could tell it was going to bruise. It already hurt like hell. What was I supposed to do when I get home?! I can't tell my parents someone tripped me over. They'd cause way too much drama, and for all you'd know it'd be on TV. So embarrassing.

I walked home, and when my mother saw me she looked angry, but it was mixed with sadness.

"What happened?! Your head is swollen, and your new uniforms dirty, not that it was good anyway," she mumbled the last part madly.

"I tripped down the stairs," I lied.

"Did anyone see you?!"

"No," I bit my lip. "No one saw me."

I wish no one saw me.

"Hmm. Well we'll get you patched up, Garte is coming over tonight and we can't have you looking like you've just been in the Vietnam's," she joked.

I nodded.

The nurse patched me up, wrapping a bandage around my head. She put two bandaids on my knees, which were bleeding. I didn't even notice.

After a few hours of resting, I heard the door knock, I rushed downstairs and saw mother waiting at the door excitedly. One of the maids opened the door, and a blonde man stepped in.

"Greetings everyone," he smiled.

I waved.

"What happened to you?" He asked, a shocked expression on his face.

"She tripped down the stairs," my mother pouted.

"Aww. Poor thing. Last time I saw you, you were about 9-10?" He chucked. "I hope you feel better soon."

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Anyway, Garte and I have some important business to take care of, so you go rest, sweetie," mother patted the top of my head, ruffling my hair.

"Alright," I walked upstairs.

I wonder why Garte's here...