NEW GIRL! mileven au.

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DAD dropped me off a block away from school. he said it wouldn't be 'cool' if people saw him dropping me off. he said he knew from experience.

personally, i didn't care. i loved my dad- he was my favorite person in the world. i stepped out of the car, and popped a piece of bubble gum in my mouth. i grabbed my cell phone, and waved my dad goodbye.

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the school was a big brick building, on just one floor. there were hundreds of students out in front. i pulled my hood over my head. i didn't want to get noticed by anyone.

i made my way into the building, and immediately spotted the sign that said 'office'. how convenient it was in front, so i wouldn't have to ask anyone where it was.

i walked inside. it was a small, drab room, painted a light gray color. "hi, i'm a new student here? my name is el hopper."

the lady looked at me, then looked back at her computer. she then gave me a piece of paper. on it was my schedule, locker number, and locker combination.

"thanks," i mumbled, and started to walk out.

"wait," the lady stopped me, and gestured that i sat down.

she then spoke into the microphone on her desk, "michael wheeler, please come to the office. michael wheeler, please come to the office. thank you."

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a few minutes later, a boy walked through the door. he was wearing a white shirt, and black jeans. his hair was black, and messy, and there were freckles splattered all over his face.

"got a new kid here, michael. since you have most classes together, i figured you should help her around for the day. got it?"

"got it," the boy, michael, grumbled back. he gestured me to follow him, and i got up, and followed him.

"okay, i'll help you find your locker first." he said, and took the paper put of my hands. "it's right by mine, c'mon."

i walked next to him silently, my hands in my pockets.

"so, what's your name?" he asked me.

no. he was not making small talk. just no.

"el." i replied simply, quietly.

"el?" he asked with a laugh. "cute. is it short for something?" he whistled, and smiled a bit at me.

"no, just el. and you're michael?"

"just mike. i hate michael. makes me feel old."

that i smiled. a real smile.

"well, i would say it's nice to meet you mike, but it's not. so, it's not nice to meet you. are we getting close to my locker?"