The Other Side Of Me ✔️ | Garroth x Laurence x Reader PDH

Chapter 2

Your POV

The long walk I had been anticipating wasn't all that long. To my horror, we got there a little early. 20 minutes till the bell rang. Zyler and Nathan both ditched me when they got to the gate. Zyler's a junior, so he went to his group of friends waiting at the gate. They welcomed him with open arms and high fives. Nathan went to search for his friends from primary school. He spotted them quickly.
"You gonna be okay?" He asks. I shrug.
"No. But I'll be fine. You have fun." I say blankly. He grimaces.
"Well, okay. Good luck sis!" He says waving to me and walking away. I smile as I watch him walk away. Now that I was alone, I gripped my bag a little tighter. I am such an introvert it pains me. I look around at all the people. They all stood in groups. I didn't have any friends, because I was homeschooled last year. I had bad anxiety back then from my original parents. Most of its subsided, but there was that tiny bit clawing at me. I sigh and adjust my glasses as I walk to the front of school. My glasses were more of a circle shape, fitted for my eyes. I didn't need them too much, but damn they helped. I walk up the stairs and glance at the doors. They were closed. Odd... I walk over to the little balcony but and peer over. Lotsa people there. I turn back around and step forward.

I feel like I just got ran over. I get pushed, then someone grabs my shoulders, stabilizing me. I open my eyes and see a guy holding me, panic painted all over his face. He was staring at me. I felt quite uncomfortable but didn't dare to move. I took in his features quickly. He had dirty blond hair and baby blue eyes. He didn't look half bad honestly.
"Um. You okay there?" I ask. His grip lessened a little, but he didn't move. I was uncomfortably close and I just wanted to squirm out. I grab his arm with my hand and pry it off my shoulder. Now there was one hand gripping me. Much better. I wave a hand in front of him. His lips were parted slightly, and he was staring directly into my eyes. I felt myself blush a little. Really? It's my first day dude.
"Are you okay dude?" I ask, more firmly this time. He snaps back and lets go. I smile weakly.
"Thanks. You okay?" I ask again. He blinks a few times and shakes his head.
"Why yes I'm fine. I'm sorry about that." He spoke in such a calming voice. He made my voice sound like scratches. I step back.
"Sorry about that. I should've been looking where I was going." I apologize. He shakes his head.
"It's not your fault. I should have as well." He looks up, breaking his stare at me.
"I'm sorry. I have to go. See you around." He turns around and walks back to where he came. I stand there confused. I look behind me. Wasn't he going that way? I turn back around and shrug. Oh well, he's gone.

I pull out my phone and see messages from Romeo. I grin as I start to read them.
"Hey you!" I glance up from my screen to the sound of the high pitched voice. There were three girls. The one talking to me had bright pink hair and blue eyes, along with a distasteful scowl on her face. I'm not one to judge, but I think she's not happy.
"Yes?" I ask cautiously. What did I do now?
"Don't you dare go near him ever again! Garroth Romeave is off limits you hear!" She screeches. I give her a questioning look. She scoffs.
"He's my boyfriend, he just doesn't know it yet." She says proudly. "So stay away!" And just like that, the trio walks away. I blink a few times. Did that seriously just happen? I feel that's borderline obsessive... I look back down to my phone and see Romeo's messages. I quickly start typing. He'll get a kick out of that for sure.

The bell sirens sounds out, signaling that schools starting. I sigh and head in, trying to maneuver through the crowd of rushing students. I need a schedule first I guess. I head over to a few lines of people. There were signs hanging above. I went to the one that 'Help' since I clearly needed it.

After a few minutes of talking and understanding, I got my schedule. It read:

Y/N L/N. Sophmore. Locker No.83
Homeroom
Creative Writing
Art
Lunch
Sport
Mathematics

I re-read it twice and grimaced. Math. My old enemy. I look up to see a hallway of lockers. Guess I better find mine. I walk over, dodging rushing students and doors flinging open. I stroll down the hallway until I see 83. I input the passcode I was told and it opens. I just shove my whole bag in there. I shouldn't need anything for homeroom. I close my door and sigh. Now to find my homeroom, where ever that is. I see the building floors on the back of my sheet. It's on the second floor, to the left. I turn around and look out through the sea of loud students. Oh boy...