White Queen (As it began) | Roger Taylor

Tuesday

It's Tuesday and I'm taking the same train at 6:30 pm. And as always Imm not too keen on social interactions. To be quite honest, I'd love to be a social butterfly. But I'm the exact opposite.

Back in primary school I actually used to be the most popular kid in class. I had a LOT of friends and I was the kind of person to talk all the time. You could also say that I was kind of hyperactive. But all of that changed in high school. Maybe it's just puberty.

But why doesn't it happen to everyone?

I searched for a single seat so I could ride home without being disturbed by any blond with blue hair.
If I weren't shy, I probably would've just started a conversation.
Or he could've been my flirt of the day.

Well, this version of me could exist only in a parallel universe.

Hell, will I ever stop being awkward ?

I was walking through the train, looking for a free seat which there didn't seem to be.

Just as I was about to go back to the door, I heard someone shout.

„There's a free seat next to mine!"

I was confused and looked around only to see the boy from yesterday with a slight smirk on his lips.

I couldn't help but feel nervous. If I weren't wrong, I could see a glimpse of hope in the guys' eyes.

I was really tired and couldn't think of an excuse not to take the seat next to him, so I walked up to him.

He moved a bit to the left and I thanked him.

I somehow felt as though he didn't stop looking at me and I have to admit, as much as it made me uncomfortable, I did enjoy his attention in a way that I couldn't explain.

„We met already, didn't we?", the guy asked me.

„Yes, yesterday." I smiled a bit, but still avoided looking him in the eye.

„Well, I'm Roger. Nice to meet you."

He stretched out his hand for me to shake it.

„I'm Claire."

I smiled and took his hand.

Pretty boy, please stop talking.

The train ride felt really long, as both of us remained quiet.

I got up and couldn't help but smile at him. It was just the way he was looking out of the window. So pretty.

No, beautiful, with no bad intentions.

I took my headphones and put on some Led Zeppelin. I have to be honest, I can't really say that I've got a favourite band.
I like a lot of them.

„Where are you heading?"  Roger asked as I started walking.

I turned around one last time.

„Home."

I exited the train and for the first time in a long time I felt good.

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This is the second chapter. I still have to look for grammatical errors. Write your opinions in the comments!😇
To set some things clear:
•Queen hasn't been formed yet
•Claire is 18 and she is in her last year of high school
•Rog is a student in college (biology)
•He is friends with Deaky ,Bri and Fred

-A ❣️