My Mistake (a Jackson Felt fanfic)

A girl named Scarlet

    Breathe
    One foot in front of another.
    I stop.
    Here it is, the door to my very first class. When I walk in I will be making my first impression. Impressions last forever.
    I shake off my nervousness and stand up straight, pushing back my shoulders a little, lifting my chin the slightest and loosening my tight grip on my books. I am cool, calm, and relaxed. I am the girl you want to be. I will be nice, and friendly, but not vulnerable.
    I knock on the door and enter the room, seeing the teacher and immediately smiling.
"Sorry if I'm late," I say with a small smile, knowing very well that I am late. "I got a little confused walking around. Please excuse me."
    "Oh of course!" The teacher says. He looks nice enough. Medium-sized man in his late 40's with graying hair and a slight slouch. He has crinkles around his eyes and mouth, so I can tell he smiles quite a bit, as he is now. "You must be the new student!"
    I nod my head and he looks at the class. I can tell some of the kids recognize me, by the surprised looks on their faces.
    "Class," the teacher says, "this is our new student, Candice. She recently moved here from Australia." The kids that don't recognize me look slightly surprised. "Candice, tell us a few things about yourself."
    "Um, well," I start to get nervous but shake it off. I am cool and confident. "I prefer being call Candy, I'm 16, French is my favorite class, and I love Starbucks. A lot." I emphasize looking at everyone and smiling. A few smile back and some chuckle. I hear someone murmur 'same though'.
    "Great," the teacher says. "You sit right there, next to Scarlet," he says, pointing me to a desk that's in the second to last row back next to a window. I look at the girl next to that desk. She seems nice enough, hair clipped back with two barrettes, although more ginger than scarlet.
    I sit next to her and pull my notes out, and I can feel her glancing at me every so often.
    When the bell rings, she wastes no time.
    "You look familiar," she says. "I can't seem to place my finger on why though."
    "Um, do you have TikTok?" I ask her.
    "Yeah, but I'm not on it much," she answers me, flashing a smile. "Why?"
    "Oh, you might have seen me on the For You Page," I answer her.
    "Hmm, maybe," she says, tapping her chin. "Oh wait! You were on Jackson's Instagram post! And then I clicked on the little tag thingy and clicked on your username and baam you have 965k followers and you're a huge influencer and you're so pretty!"
    I chuckle a bit at her enthusiasm.
    "What's your schedule?" She asks me.
    I grab my paper and hand it to her.
    "We have lunch together!" She says. "We can eat together! Which is great because not many people eat with me! All my other friends have a different lunchtime, so it's mainly me."
    The warning bell rings.
    "I'll find you at lunch," I say. "But now I don't want to be late for another class! See ya!"

I know. It's short. DONT COME AFTER ME! Also, feel free to comment. I love reading your guys' comments! You can always slide into my DMS and give me suggestions or ask questions!
What should I start to call my readers? Lovelies seems so cringe and makes me sound old and British (nothing wrong with being British)
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(Edited 04-11-20)