Little Swan: Jasper Hale x OC [1]

[2]

Auroras POV

It's the next day, and I'm awaken by my alarm. Dinner went well yesterday, we had Chinese food and it was nice to try a new restaurant for once, instead of the usual we would get back home. Bella and I were to exhausted yesterday that we didn't have a shower once we finished our food and headed straight for bed. I regret that decision almost immediately because now I can smell my own breath, and sweat from tossing and turning all last night, overthinking everything. I get out of bed, grab some clothes and jump in the shower, trying to scrub away any lingering tiredness that may appear on my face from staying up too late because my brain wouldn't allow me to fall asleep at a reasonable time. After I wash my hair and body I brush my teeth and wrap a towel around my body before I grab some undergarments. I grab my clothes, a white lace trimmed long sleeve with a simple dark blue shirt over top, paired with black flared jeans and my basic low black converse.
I then heave my school bag over my shoulders and make my way downstairs, nearly falling over my own two feet before making my way to the kitchen.

I sit down at the table as Bella turns around and places a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me. "Thank you Bell" I say, "your welcome Ro" she responds, but her eyes stay on me for a little longer than I'd like, and I already know she can tell that I didn't sleep to well last night. After we finished eating I double check my bag to make sure I have everything, grab some lunch money and head out the door with Bella.

"Are you gonna tell me why you look like you didn't slept at all last night?" Bella asks me on the ride to school "I would, but I don't think we'd have enough time to go over everything I thought about last night"
I tell her honestly. Bella is the one person I confined in the most when it comes to me and my brain, but there reaches a point that even she can't understand exactly what I mean when I try to tell her that I'm not thinking any of it on purpose. If I could switch my brain off even for a couple of seconds I damn well would but theres always some kind of thought or noise running through it, and it frustrates me to no end.

As we arrive at the school my nerves kick in tenfold.
Even if we weren't in this giant piece of red rusted junk that is already an eyesore, people would still be starring. I think to myself.
We pull into a parking spot and just as Bella's about to stop the truck, a loud bang is heard, making me jump in my set.
Oh fucken hell, more wandering eyes
We both look at each other. She gives me a small smile, "you're going to be fine, okay? Just ignore them." She says, referring to the students. I nod my head, "Yea, okay" I whisper, although all of this reassuring she's giving me makes me wonder if she's just trying to reassure herself more. She reaches over and takes my hand, giving it a little squeeze before opening her door. I follow her lead and hop out of the car, my white shoes landing in a puddle and getting them all dirty.
Great.
"Nice ride" I hear someone say, I look up and see Bella walk past a dark skinned boy, "thanks" she mumbles before grabbing my hand and walking away from him. We arrive at the office and get our schedules and lockers, "what do you have first?" I ask her, "English, you?" She asks me, "Art, I-I'll see you later?" I say with a nod, trying to act confident.
This would've been ten times easier if we had at least the first class together.
"Yeah, I'll meet you at lunch okay?" She replies and I smile at her. "Yeah, okay" I say before she pulls me into a hug, "I love you" She says, "I love you too" I say, pulling away just as the bell went. "Good luck" we say to each at the same time.
I laugh lightly before going down the hallway trying to find art class, but I get caught up in my own head along the way.

What if the teachers make me introduce myself? What do I say? God, can I really even do this? My brain is running at 100 miles an hour thinking of all of the possibilities that could go wrong.

What if I trip walking into class? Would they hate what I'm wearing? Are my shoes squeaking too loudly? Everyone is going to be looking at me no matter what I do, I'm new.