Author's note;
Y/N is Your name
F/C is your favourite colour
if there is anymore things like that i will make another author's note if something like that comes up. also is something is underlined then it means the character is thinking :) hope you enjoy. I forgot to mention, I'm actually british so I sincerely apologise if any british things I write are different to any American/Australian things :).
Y/N POV
Today is my first day of Westerburg High and I do not know anybody here, I genuinely do not know what to do. I'm so akward, how am I supposed to make friends here?
I walk through the busy, sweaty, moist halls trying to find my new locker. My number locker is 421 and I see the numbers going up and the halls becoming more deserted. 418, 419, 420 and... 421! I see a boy with a red hoodie, white headphones and black skinny jeans. He was tanned with black hair.
I try to open my locker but it's stuck so I try to casually play it off until the tanned boy left. I wait at least a minute and the boy also leans against his locker, I pull out my phone and pretend to send a text to previous friends from my old home town.
It becomes longer and longer, time goes by so slow. Why won't the boy leave? I start to become more stressed and look over towards the stranger, hoping to get to help.
The boy turns on his side whilst still leaning against his locker and we make eye contact for a moment. He let out quite a cute giggle and I realised I saw his facial features, his deep brown eyes STUNNED me since they were like pools of hot chocolate.
"I see you're struggling" His voice was so soft and fun, he took his headphones off and let them hang around his neck.
I let out an akward laugh, "hehe yeah.. I can't get my locker open". I rubbed the back over my neck, wow is it getting hot in here, whew. I felt myself tensing up over my anxiety.
"So what's your name? I'm Michael Mell". He continued to attempt to open my locker. Michael huh?
"I'm sorry, my name is Y/N L/N. I'm so sorry for the hassle!" I apologise sincerely.
"Don't apologise, I'm the one who offered to help!" Michael sounded excited and happy to help me out, it's nice, nobody else has offered to give me help throughout my time here although I haven't been here long. "So who are you friends with? I've never saw you around". He curiously let out with a beaming smile as he turned to me.
"Uhh yeah that's the thing, I've just moved here". I stand there akwardly not knowing what to do so I walk over to Michael and stand beside him, I feel the heat rushing from him to me. He continues to look at me with that adorable smile of his and gives me such a generous offer which I couldn't resist.
"You could sit with me and my friend, Jeremy! I mean only if you want to that is, I don't want to force you into sitting with me and my loser friend". I smile like a maniac, stop it! I can't even explain what I done, it was so akward I wanted to curl up into a ball.
I zoned out too much and I guess I hadn't realised Michael opened my locker. I snap back into reality and look into his deep eyes. He asks me again if I would like to sit with him.
"Oh yeah of course! I would love to! Also I'm sorry I zoned out, heh, it's a negative trait of mine.." I shake my head to 100% snap back into reality. I hear Michael let out a chuckle, god I love that laugh it's adorable.
The bell rings, first period. I reach into my bag to find my newly printed timetable, I don't know what lessons I have. I look around and the halls start to fill again, my anxiety truly begins to kick in. I feel a hand grip on my shoulder and I jerk around to see who it was, it was Michael.
"What lesson you got? I could walk you there if you truly wish". I glance down once more at my timetable to see I have Maths with Mr Mort. Me and Michael begin to walk down the hall slowly as i give him my timetable, his face metaphorically lights up with joy. "No way, I have maths with Mr Mort too! Me and Jeremy are in all the same lessons, hopefully you are too". I smile and agree with him as i slowly nod my head, we start to pick up the pace as we walk to get to our classroom faster.
We reach the room and the door appears saying ;
"Mr Mort
Room 78"
I enter the class, behind Michael and we walk up to a tall, partly lanky boy who I'm guessing is Jeremy but I can't be certain.
"Player Two!!" Michael yelled with hype to this boy. I introduce myself basically in the same way as I did with Michael.
"Jeremy Heere, nice to meet you Y/N!" Me and Jeremy shake hands, so far I enjoy being in the company of Jeremy and Michael.
We wait for our maths teacher, our lesson was meant to start 5 minutes ago yet no teacher has arrived so I sat in the empty seat beside Michael and Jeremy. Suddenly, the door swung open with three girls at either side of each other. They were all so beautiful yet looked so bitchy, almost looked like the girls from my previous school.
"Christine, Chloe and Brooke. They are the most popular girls in our grade, also the prettiest". Michael leaned into my ear and whispered. They stared me, Michael and Jeremy from up to down. One girl (Christine) looked extremely kind unlike the other two who seemed so serious. They all sat the back with other girls and boys who looked popular also.
"Ram, Kurt, Jake, Heather M, Heather D and Heather C". Michael said as he was still beside my ear. I easily figured out who was who, high school is going to be a long ride but I'm grateful I have two friends by my side now.
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