~Try to be strong for yourself
(Scarlette's POV)
After lunch, I now have to go to the English class, with Mrs Jacob. I walk quickly to avoid being late again because I don't want to get scolded. I finally arrive by the door but I hesitate before going inside. I take my courage and walk into the classroom with nervousness. The teacher is not here yet. I make my way towards a table where nobody is seated. Thankfully no one is looking at me. I take out my pink notebook and start scribbling.
Suddenly a handsome boy with tanned skin approaches me with rapid movement and out of the blue, I'm being pulled into a hug. My body becomes paralysed for a few seconds and soon my sense return back to me and I'm pushing him away.
"What are you doing??" I ask furiously.
"Oh god.. I'm so sorry.. I thought you were someone else." The guy says, with pain in his eyes. I don't know why, but I quickly believe him. Most probably because I felt deep emotions through that hug. Tingles form around my body as I try to act normal. I mean, he is quite cute but I'm not used to such attention.
"Okay." I say while fixing my throat fakely.
"I hope, I didn't offend you. Please, if I did, I'm so sorry. I really thought you were someone else. Someone who meant a lot to me. You ressemble her, that's why I got carried away. Forgive me, will you?" he says with a heavy breathe.
"Okay, but please don't do that again. I'm not used to such kind of situation." I confess and he nods.
"Mind if I sit next to you?" he asks quite nervously.
"Uh, no. Go ahead." I say awkwardly.
"I'm Liam." he smiles and I think I just saw a tongue piercing.
"I'm Scarlette." I smile back at him, not trying to be rude.
"Nice to meet you." he says while his eyes land on my clothes and he smiles casually.
"Same." I say while looking at his clothes too. He dresses nicely. I mean, he is kind of cute. He has brown cropped hair and grey eyes. He is wearing a White T-shirt and a pair of dark jeans with white converse. He looks good for sure. I begin blushing while remembering him hugging me earlier.
"So you aren't from here right?" he asks and I shake my head. He seems to be in his own world and I cannot figure out what he is thinking at all. One thing for sure though, is that he looks so disappoint and sad.
"No, I'm from New York" I reply nervously.
"Yeah, your accent is different." he smiles as he changes his facial expression.
"Are you okay?" I ask and he nods while smiling.
"Hmm okay" I say, unsure.
Soon the teacher with short bob hair arrives and she seems in a hurry.
"Good-morning class, sorry for being late. Actually, I have to go again but I'm giving you people some classwork in the meanwhile." She says and the class groans in denial. "You will be marked on it. Good luck." she smiles and then leaves the classroom."Are you seriously doing it?" Liam raises an eyebrow at me.
"Well yeah and plus it will be marked right?" I say.
"Haha you sure are a different one." Liam says teasingly.
"Well, I prefer being different." i state.
"Me too." he tells me. "I think we will get along pretty well." Liam states.
"Me too." I smile at him when suddenly someone enters the class. Just great, someone who I didn't want to see again. What is he doing here? Does he have class with Mrs Jacob too? Not that it's my business. We finally make eye contact and he smirks at me. I quickly look away but I don't miss to notice his face clenching while looking at Liam coldly. He walks past us and sits a few table behind us.
"You know him?" Liam asks me, showing concern on his face."Well .. he was making fun of my outfit earlier." I state nervously.
"I think it's best for you if you stay away from him." Liam says and I look at him with surprise. Well, I wasn't even planning to approach him but the fact that Liam told me to stay away from him is very confusing. Not to forget the way Mr Rude was also looking coldly at Liam. Is there a kind of war between them?
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Liam and I have been talking for a while and I found out that he is from here itself but he knows how to speak Spanish. Cool, isn't it? I also told him that I speak French. He seems a good person, in general. I was right; He really has a tongue piercing. This was done when he was in a state of depression because of a certain girl. I still haven't understood why people hurt themselves just because of others. I won't judge him though.Anyway, I tell him the reason I moved here and we talk for a while. He is funny for sure. He made me laugh a few times and each time I giggled, Mr Rude groaned angrily from the back. I don't understand what is his problem! He is crazy, I think. I avoided his animalistic like groans and kept talking to Liam.
After an hour, the bell rings and Liam bids me good-bye and walks away. I pack up my stuff and I'm about to go out of the class when suddenly someone grabs hold of my wrist. I turn around and find that its Mr Rude.
Are you kidding me?
"Let go of my hand." I say angrily.
"Wait, what were you talking with Liam?" he asks me, looking worried all of a sudden.
"Excuse me?? Why should I tell you my conversation with him?" I ask furiously. Unbelievable! What is the matter with him?
"Because, I want to know." he says, quite arrogantly.
"Hey, let go of my hand you jerk and it's not any of your business." I snap at him.
"You will not talk that way to me, alright sweetheart?" he smirks yet looking all dominative and dangerous. I look at him with wide eyes unable to understand him.
After that, he lets go of my hand and starts walking out of the class leaving me dumbfounded."I hope you understood." he says and exits.
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