I Don't Belong In This World >>Sad Corbyn Fanfic<<

Trust?

>> ABBIE'S POV <<

What am I doing? I questioned myself. Why am I trusting them so easily? Is it because they seemed like nice people? Then again. She seemed like a nice person as well. But she wasn't. But maybe, just maybe, Sana and Carrie deserves a chance. Yea maybe. "Let's get our asses to class before we earn ourselves detention for being late" Sana chuckled. We nodded. "Wait, what class do you have for first period?" Sana asked me. "Wait lemme check. Oh. I have Language Arts" I replied after checking my schedule. "OMG YES GURLLL I HAVE THE SAME CLASS AS YOUUUU!!!" Sana cheered animatedly. "Besides," her voice dropped to a whisper, "Corbyn is in that class too!" "Oh... Uh... Ok?" I replied, unsure of what to say. "Alright, I better go... Or Mr Simon is going to send my ass to detention for being only 1 minute early." Carrie said and waved. "Bye!" me and Sana said in unison. "Wow. Mr Simon sounds like an awfully strict teacher..." I said to Sana. "Yea, he's the HOD of Maths in Bayview High." Sana explained while walking to class. "Oh..." I said, my mind wandering off to what type of person Corbyn might be. Would he be the mean type? Or the kind type? But then again, he's the popular guy. So he's probably the mean one. Why am I disappointed... It's not like I like him or something. Jesus I haven't even met him and I'm thinking about him. What's wrong with me? "Hello? Earth to Abbie?" Sana asked, waving a hand in front of my face. "Ah ah yes? What were you saying?" I stuttered. "Were you even listening?" Sana groaned. I smiled at her. She facepalmed herself. "Never mind that," she sighed, "this is our class". She gestured towards a door to our right. I pushed open the door and walked in. "Good morning teacher" I greeted the teacher quietly. "Ah good morning, you must be Abbie!" he replied enthusiastically. "Yea I am..." I mustered my best smile. "Ok class, listen up! This is Abbie Westfall, she is new in this school, please be nice to her!" he told the class. "Now go take a seat" he gestured towards an empty chair behind a guy with blonde hair. I walked over to the seat and sat down. Sana sat down beside me. "Psst Abbie!" she hissed. "yea-" I started. "Hey Abbie." I heard a guy's voice. I turned. It was the blonde haired guy. "Um hi..." I replied. "So you're new?" he asked. "Yea..." I replied slowly. What does he want? "Where did you come from?" he asked again. I mentally rolled my eyes. "I'm from Memphis, Tennessee. My previous school was Greenridge High. Any more questions?" I said, annoyed. He chuckled. "You're an interesting one, you know?" he asked me, amused. "I know." I stated, rolling my eyes. That is exactly why I don't talk to boys. "PSSTTT ABBIE!" Sana hissed loudly. I turned to her. "Yea?" I asked. "Do you know who that boy is?" she questioned me with wide eyes. "Um. No." I replied, "Should I know who he is?" I asked, confused. "Of course! He's Corbyn!" she shrieked, but somehow still managing to keep her voice down. Oh. He's Corbyn. "He's ho-" Sana started. "Sana Bridges. You have something to share?" the teacher interrupted. "Uh... No sir, I'm sorry," Sana replied, embarrassed. "Then stop talking or I'll give you detention!" he scolded Sana. She quickly nodded. "Now, Ms Westfall, do you know what are the six components of Language Arts?" he directed the question at me. Everyone turned to stare at me. "How are we supposed to know them? It's our first lesson!" I heard a girl whisper to her friend. "Yes. Language Arts includes reading, writing, listening, speaking, viewing and visual representation." I answered. He looked taken aback by my answer. "Y-Yea, very good." he stammered. The class gasped collectively. "May I ask where did you learn this?" the teacher asked me again. "I don't know, something called books?" I replied sarcastically. The class erupted in laughter. "And there I was, hoping to have one nice student. Of course not." he mumbles. Corbyn turned around again. "Damn Abbie, you've been here for less than an hour and already put the strictest teacher on blast!" he said, a sparkle in his eyes. A few girls around us turned to stare at me. Many of them looked at me with envy, a few looked at me with hostility. Not that I cared. If they wanted a fight, I'll give it to them. "You want to hang out during lunch?" Corbyn asks me. He asked me in such a nice tone that I was starting to doubt that he was the typical popular kid. "I uh..." I stammered, shooting a glance at Sana, who surprisingly was already looking at us. "Yea she will see you at lunch!" she answered for me, winking. "Great!" Corbyn said, turning back around.
[After Language Arts]
"OMGG GURLLLL!!!" Sana shrieked the moment we stepped out of class. I looked at her questioningly. "You just met Corbyn and he already invited you to lunch!!" she exclaimed. "uh. Yea... What's the big deal?" I asked. "What's the big deal? He's the most- Nevermind..." she cut herself off. I forced a laugh. She grinned. "Now what class do you have?" she asked me. "Uh...I have Literature..." I said, checking my class schedule. "Oh. Nice! This year in Literature, we're doing Poetry. I think you're gonna do great Abbie!" she smiled at me. Hmm... Sana is pretty nice. I think I misjudged her before. "So... I'm assuming we have the same class?" I asked hopefully. I did not know anyone else and I do not wish to get bullied. "Sadly, no. But you have class with Jackson I think." she grinned slyly, nudging me. "What's with that look and how do you know so much about the popular people?" I asked her suspiciously. "Oh uhm. Haha I stalk- ahem I mean uh. Ask people close to them about it." she giggled nervously. I squinted at her but let it go. "Alright then I think I better go." I smiled at her and waved.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Ok the next line thingy is weird when I'm on computer but ok it doesn't matter. And yes, I'm late. I always am lmao. But hey, at least its up now <3 I love yall :)