Farewell : Until We Meet Again

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"First arises Mr. Lombardi from the dead now- Who the hell are you?!"

Oh Snap.

With wide eyes I turned to the booming voice and faced my confused middle-aged English teacher Mr Singh. The classroom was quiet, every student enjoying the drama unfolding in front of them.

Mr Singh was tapping his foot on the ground impatiently and I quickly composed myself, "I'm Livia Meyer. The new transfer."

His eyes widened a fragment and the tapping sound that made me more anxious stopped. The man of Indian heritage looked at me with recognition and instantly apologized, "I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about you."

I just nodded, highly uncomfortable with this situation. Now that he realized who I was, I spotted a change in his stance. And the following words proved my assumption that he knew of my past, as well.

"If you need help to catch up on everything you missed, just ask me after class is over," he offered with sympathy radiating off of him, "Now just take a seat where ever you please."

A lump started forming in my throat at those words, uneasiness rising up in me. I turned to the class and noticed how every single student was simply staring at me like I was part of a different species. I located an unoccupied seat in the second last row and resumed heading that way. When I arrived there, I threw my backpack on the table and was startled by a familiar voice I already heard before today.

"Hello, sunshine!"

I looked in the direction of the voice and groaned when I saw Austin grinning like a Cheshire cat. Right behind me was sitting a guy, I didn't know. He had messy dark wavy hair on his head that looked really really soft and silky. His eyes were bright green and directed to me with a confused look. Austin was sitting on his right.

"Dallas," I acknowledged, intentionally calling him like another city in Texas. His grin just formed into a goofy smile as I just sat down in my seat turning to Mr Singh, who was holding a monologue about an uninteresting topic. The other students were still shooting me curious looks and some confused ones too because of my little interaction with that Austin guy.

"Did she just really call you Dallas?" a deep voice from behind me asked utterly lost.

"Don't question it. I'm her favorite."

I scoffed.

"See. I even have her attention!"

I turned my head slightly to my right and countered, "The only thing I'm wondering right now is, if you have a mute button."

The dude next to him let out a quiet laugh at that. Austin just shut up for good.

The hour passed by quicker than expected without any other comments directed to me. But I think I overheard whispers from behind me about the new girl. Ears like a bat.

Before I knew it the bell rang, and I was out of my seat, walking out of the class. Unfortunately two tall figures fell in step with me, forcing me again to socialize with my peers.

I glanced to my left and saw Austin smiling down at me, while his unknown friend walked on his left.

"What's your next class?" He asked out of the blue, and I just slightly creased my forehead in confusion. Why was he even talking to me? Because that's what normal people do, to befriend someone, my mind scolded me, so just woman up already and be as much civil as possible.

"Calculus," I replied. Remembering my mind's pep talk, I tried to send him a smile- I really did- but it just turned out like a weird grimace. I made a mental note to exercise smiling later in my room.