Sounds Like Love

Chapter 2: Cappuccino

Laura's P. O. V

Witson high looks exactly the same as I saw on its website. The school is positioned as such the light which falls over it made the outer structure looks like gleaming rock in shadows. The trees are high and blocking the rays almost like in the forest. I watched in awe but after some time make my way and got inside. Because I reached school earlier I went to the canteen to kill some time. Getting myself a hot cappuccino I sat on a wooden chair. It was obvious that I'm nervous. It's my habit, you know, I always drink cappuccino whenever I feel nervous. From the canteen door, a huge group of boys walked in and I can't help but stare at them, some guys are older and some are probably of my age, they sat on a large table closer to the exit door, and they were laughing extremely loudly. They all are as hot as burning marshmallows.
But soon I ignored them. They are jocks after all. Don't get me wrong, I don't have any problems with them as long as they are an arm's length away from me. Shaking my head at my own thoughts I glanced at my phone. Shit! I'm going to late for my very first lecture on my first day of the new school. God!

I grabbed my bag and launched in a run towards the exit, throwing the cup at the dustbin on my way. I found my schedule and my first lecture was history, class no. 16 and damn! I don't know where was my class is, there are no students in the Hallway, yes!! I have a map but it took me some time to find the class.

Already five minutes late, I pushed opened the door. "May I come in sir."

Mr. Clark is my history teacher as per the schedule who was looking at me or should I say scrutinizing me.
"You are the new kid, right? Laura steel?" Mr. Clark said.

"Yes, sir." I nodded.

"Okay Miss steel. Come in and take your seat, don't be late next time." He said and turned to the class.

I nodded and walked inside, people are staring at me. All the faces are unknown, different, and some unnerving. I sat next to a girl who's hair was blonde and tied into a ponytail, she was wearing a pink top and blue jeans, her eyes were blue as well and she was really beautiful.

"Hey! I'm Vanessa Gibson!" She said, smiling nervously.

"Hello! I'm Laura steel!" I smiled my bright one. "You aren't new, are you?" I asked her and opened my history book.

"No. I'm here from 6th grade." She was looking ahead, responding in a very small voice.

"Ohh! Nice to meet you, Vanessa." I said looking at Mr. Clark. Because who wants to get caught talking after coming late to the class. If you do, good luck to you.

"Same here." She smiled and I smiled back and we both started listening to the lecture.

The lecture ended and when Mr. Clark left the class I turned and said, "Hey!" To get the attention of Vanessa. "Which is your next class?"

"Calculus, and yours?" She asked while grabbing her bag.

"English!" We walked out of the class in the hallway where every student was hurrying to get to their class.

"Okay then, see you in the break." She said.

"Sure!" I waved at her and then she got lost in the crowd.

I twirled to my right and saw a boy looking at me. He wore black colored ripped jeans, a faded denim jacket over a black T-shirt, dark brown almost black hair, and deep blue eyes. Damn! Those eyes, I can't pinpoint what about him made him stand out. Well other than he is handsome, fashionable, and damn attractive But those eyes or the way he looking at me. I don't mind stares. It always happens to me. If you are thinking that I'm some famous celebrity I entirely have to disappoint you. I'm not a celebrity, but you will get used to the stares if you have to change schools like clothes and missed a semester. That's a bit exasperation but you get the message. I'm new here and almost all the kids were starring at me but his stare has an unusual meaning. He looked angry with something else, was it amusement? I shifted my gaze elsewhere and started walking.