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Chapter 2

"Hey you okay?" The other boy asks as he extends his hand to help me up. "I'm fine, thanks," I answer grumpily as I get up by myself.

What the hell is going on with that guy. Does he have a stick up his ass or something.

I feel a tap on my shoulder that brings me back from my thoughts.

"Are you listening to what I'm saying?" The boy chuckles.

"No sorry, could you repeat that?" I ask as I turn my head away shyly.

"I said do you want me to show you to the student counter? You're new right? I would've remembered your face if you went here", the boy winks. I merely nod a yes.

"Sorry I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Josh, and that asshole from before is Shawn. We used to be friends. Don't take his rudeness personal, he really isn't a bad guy," the boy I know as Josh rambles.

"He wasn't a bad guy," he softly mutters. I look up to look at Josh as he walks me to the student office.

I haven't realised how handsome he was till now. He has beautiful blue eyes that look like clear water. He has long brown hair that hang effortlessly over his eyes.

"You like what you see?," Josh asks as he smirks down at me.

Cliché line, dude.

"So here we are, the student counter." Josh says as he stops in front of a door.

"Thanks Josh, nice meeting you," I smile as I open the door. 

"No problem ,um" he trails off.

"Cassandra" I reply.

"No problem Cassandra, hopefully I'll see you around," he winks as he walks away.

I walk into the student counter and stand behind two students as I look around the room. The room is painted a white colour that reminds me of a hospital. The lights shine down the room hurting my eyes as I look up at them. There is a desk placed next to the entrance of the room. It looks occupied by the stacks of papers that are catching dust. There isn't even enough space for ant to live on that table.

"Hello, can I help you?", a middle aged lady asks. She is sitting behind the desk that is at the centre back of the room.

"Hi, yea. My name is Casandra Stewart, I'm here to get my timetable." I kindly reply.

"Welcome," the lady responds as she types on her computer. Soon I hear the sound of paper printing from the printer in the corner of the room. 

The lady quickly stands up to collect the papers before handing them to me. She explains that it is my timetable, locker number and school map.

"Thank you," I reply before exiting the room to follow the map to my homeroom. 

I enter the classroom and move to the back of the class to get the seat in the corner. Most of the students in the class don't even realise there's a 'new girl', some have spared me a glance before turning back to talk to their friends.

I feel a presence next to me, so I turn to see Shawn with his face in his hands.