Incompatible (Dylan O'Brien)

I. New girl.

(...)

Chapter one. "New girl"

—You just try not to have a panic attack and I think you will be fine.  —my brother made fun of me while we were crossing the High School's doors in that new School. The hall was full of all types of students: different races, ages, levels, heights, weights. Suddenly, I thought that all couples of eyes were lookfing at me, even if it didn't.No matter what, I was feeling like all of them was looking at me at the same time.

Before I realise, Zac stopped in front of a locker and he was looking at a paper sheet between his hands at the same time. Please, don't say it. Please.

  —This one must be mine. —he said almost like he was hearing my thoughts. He put the passcode (wich was written in that paper sheet between his hands) in that padlock and, in a few seconds, the door was opened. Then, a huge satisfactory smile was painted in Zac face. He turned on his own to look at me again—. Here you are your locker's passcode, you'll have to find it on your own, Bec.

The idea of separatiting from my brother horrified me.

  —I could be hours lookign for it, buddy —I complained. I had been doing it all the latest months because I have never wanted to move on to that new city with that new people, and I definitly didn't wanna confront it on my own.

  My brother, Zac, shrugged.

  —You will have to do it alone. I still have to look for my class. —right after, he closed up the locker, he put a kiss in the climb of my head before running away from me.

Just when he has disappeared in the first corner, I decided to start looking for my locker before arriving late at my first class. My locker number was 223. My brother's locker number was 19, so a long way till my locker was waiting for me.

This day is only getting better.

Before doing anything, I thought about my options: a) play truant all day, nobody would notice
b) keep going and get that day over with the high head
c) chase to my brother and pretend to be a senior level.

Owing to the fact that I wasn't looking for getting in trouble the first freaking day, I opted for the second option even when all signals were indicating me to choose another one. So I forced myself to start walking for that long hall of a damn time.

After a couple of minutes, I could read in the numbers of the lockers, that I was finding, that I was close to reaching mine: two hundred, two hundred and one, two hundred and two... I was so focused on the numbers that I didn't realisee that, right in front of my nose, a locker door was still open, and I was so lucky to collide with that one and stumble with the boy behind it, at the same time. The number of that locker door was: two hundred and twelve, so after all, I was near of mine.

I made a complete fool of myself, but the good new was that the hall was almost empty at that time because I was arriving late and everyone was already in class. The only witness was that boy in front of me, who I didn't pay a lot of attention to. To be honest, I didn't even apologise for that.

I touched my forehead, knowing ahead of time that there will be a huge bruise right there in matter of time. While I was super worried about the pain in my head, that boy started talking.

—Look out where you are walking, yo! — blurted out while he was turning in his own to look at me. He was tall, with brown hair and eyes, and he has a few freckless in his cheeks wich I wanted to connect with a pencil.

—I didn't see you. —I tried to sound peaceable, and I hated that. I hate feeling lost and intimidated.

—Where are you from? I'm sure you are not from Maitland. —that guy kept talking.