Get to know you [Amourshipping]

Chapter 6 - Not yourself

Ash's POV
First period: Biology with Mr. Brock
(08:00am):

I didn't really pay attention to Mr. Brocks lesson. All I could think about was Serena. She was driving me crazy. I didn't know how to talk to her. I never had problems with girls. Once you get the hang of it talking to a girl, the hang of talking to everyday you want to, it won't even be hard anymore, but Serena was different from anyone, to me at least.

She was so direct.

Usual everyday politeness didn't matter in her world, which did not mean she wasn't nice, but just that she was someone very transparent.

Once you get used to attention, enjoy the attention, it's hard to just drop the facade. Being Ash Ketchum is easier than just being Ash. I'd rather suffocate in my shell than being comfortable with myself and suffocate because of my environment and I guess that's what I envy about Serena. I enjoy attention, any kind of attention, which sounds quite narcissistic, maybe because it actually is.

Serena just didn't give in and that made me so angry. The worst part is that I can't even blame her, but me.

"You get that shit?" Gary tapped on my shoulder and asked. I just shrugged and answered: "Do I look like I do?" I answered, although I did get everything. We already did all of this in Kanto, but I was too lazy to explain everything to Gary. I got what Mr. Brock was teaching, what he was writing on the white board, what he beamed on the wall with his projector. I got everything, I'm just an egoist.

Then again, I don't think I'm a bad person, but does saying that make me even more narcissistic? Have I ever done something good? Have I ever done something bad? Was everything I did just human, neither good or bad, but just human? Should I even care about this? I thought I was the only one that conflicted with myself, until I met someone as crazy as me.

Serena.

When I say 'crazy' I mean it in a good way. I think weird people are the best people. It's what makes them special. I couldn't get enough of her, so I decided to text her in class.

Me: I'm bored. Wanna chat?

She responded almost immediately.

Her: Sure. What class?

Me: Biology. Mr Brock.

Her: Mmh.. ew

Me: Ik. What do you have?

Her: History. Mr Sycamore.

Me: Huh... that's okay I guess

Her: I don't get the point of learning about the French Revolution for the 100th time, but whatever

Me: soo, what has been on your mind princess?

Her: thinking about if I should get a sandwich later or if I should eat at home

Me: ouh, that's tough

Her: should I just studio arguing w myself about it or is this a serious matter?

Me: wether it's serious or not is subjective

Her: ur no help

Me: but I'm right

Her: yeah, ur no help

Me: dude, I get it. Like, being conflicted about yourself, I get it

Her: I argue w myself 24/7. does that sound weird ?

Me: Yeah

Her: Sorry