Eyes on You

Chapter 2

So the first bell rings, signaling the start of first period. You take your usual seat - which is beside F/n of course. Mr. Armstrong enters the classroom, then puts his books and stuff on the table, before he speaks, "Good morning, class. Feels so good to be back at school, right?" This gains a fit of laughter from the whole class. "And to start this class, I would first like to welcome our new friend here, Patrick, come here." Students start murmuring to each other as Patrick walks in, looking a little nervous. "So Mr. Stump, how about you say hello to the class?" Patrick wipes his sweaty palms on his shirt a bit before raising his hand for an awkward wave. "H-hi." "Seems like we got ourselves a shy one here." Says Mr. Armstrong, and again made the whole class giggles. Patrick's face turns red in embarrassment. You find it funny yet cute at the same time. "Don't worry, Patrick. So please be nice to our new friend, okay?" He puts a hand on Patrick's shoulder as reassurance, then gestures Patrick to take an empty seat somewhere in the classroom.

"Don't worry Mr. Armstrong, I'll make sure none of us is dare enough to even lay a finger on our new classmate!" came a voice from the school jokester, none other than - Pete Wentz. You like him, pretty much everyone does, because he's funny, but he could be very annoying some times. Pete gives everyone a smug look. Then, a continuous 'booos' erupted from the whole class, some are even laughing at Pete's stupid attempt of showing off to the new kid. Pete rolls his eyes, "Oh, come on!! You guys are just jealous coz I was born awesome." The class laugh louder this time, even Mr. Armstrong is laughing. The class is so alive at that time. There are replies from the others like "No one approves that!" and "Enough with the lies, Wentz!". You have to admit that it is an enjoyable moment. Patrick passes by your desk, then made eye contact with you. So you just smile at the innocent-looking guy. He looks kind of awestruck, and almost stop walking for a second. 'Why is he like that?' you wonder. Patrick quickly puts his head down, and just stares at the floor while he proceeds walking towards his seat. He is blushing quite bad now. Lucky for him, you didn't notice.

"Okay, class. Wow, so much energy on the first day. Hahahh. But keep it down now, and let's start with... bla.. bla.. blaaa..." Mr. Armstrong takes the marker and starts writing something on the whiteboard. So the class finally begins. You are seated there, ready to focus, but so blissfully unaware of what to come throughout the rest of your final year.

A/N : sorry this one is kinda short =P