Opposites Don't Attract. {PDH Laurance X Reader}

Freshman Orientation

You watch as the incoming freshman walk into the school. You sigh, remembering your own freshman orientation. It was a fun time, you had joined the journalism club. But the journalism club didn't last when no one else decided to join. Kids these days just don't appreciate writing and reading newspapers anymore.

"Excuse me, miss? But um," You look down to see a kid with green eyes and snow white hair. "Uhh- w-where can I find the theatre club booth?"

Aww, he's nervous

You smile at him. "Here, I'll show you."

You walk past the sports and make your way to the art section. You arrive at the theatre club booth. You see Katelyn, another soon-to-be sophomore, talking to the President of the theatre club. You smirk. You were one of the only people who knew about her passion for theatre. You look down at the little white-haired freshman. "Here it is."

He smiled brightly at you, "Thanks!" He walked towards the theatre booth, but stayed in the back of the crowd.

You always thought freshman orientation was always pretty stupid. Every year on the first day of school, the freshman would just get another orientation type of thing for the day. It made no sense.

When you turned around, you met face to face with Laurance Zvhal. You shrieked.

"O-oh." Laurance looked startled. "Sorry- I didn't see you there. Good thing you turned around when you did, though. Or both of us would've been on the floor by now."

You didn't like his voice one bit. His smooth voice sounded forced. Which it was. "Nah, it's okay."

He smiled at you. "See you around, (L/N)."

You stopped him from walking away. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

Laurance shurgged. "I have a few classes with you. I like to pay attention when the teacher takes role, so that I know everyone's name. Just in case I find myself in a situation like these, I guess."

"Hm." You stared at him for a second. "Well, Zvhal. I better get going. I'm trying to start the journalism club back up again."

He smiled. "Right. Good luck." He waved and walked away.

You sighed and made your way back to the journalism club booth. The principle had allowed you to put the booth up, even if it wasn't a club anymore. As the hours went by, and the 8th graders left, you lost all hope of the club being brought back.

You sighed and decided to start taking it down so you could go home early.

~

The rest of the year went by fairly quickly. Finals came around and then summer came. Now to see what sophomore year holds for you.

A/N

Hello, lovlies! My name's Tyler! I thought of this very unoriginal idea this morning. And i was like. "Eh, why not." If there are any errors, i apologize. You can let me know, and I'll flix it.

So. Basically. This is set at the end of freshman year. You're participating at the freshman orientation for extra credit for one of your classes. You're the quiet kid. Not really shy, but quiet. You're not very well known at school but you pretty much know everyone whos relevant. You're observant. So. Thats the backstory. I guess?

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this tiny chapter. My first chapters are always short but i sweaR the next one will be bigger. I hate when my chapters are shorter than 1000 words.

Until next time! Bye!