After that weird and confusing encounter with that boy and that bitch in the office, I got to my first class. When I walked in everybody stopped doing what they were doing to look at me. Even the teacher stopped to look at me, which was weird. I looked at everyone in the class and noticed that the boy I ran into is in the class. I looked away and walked to the teacher to give him my schedule. As he looked at my schedule I looked at the class once again. Most of the boys were checking me out and the girls were giving me the stink eye.
"Ok. Thank you for being in this class. Everyone this is our exchange student..." He stopped at my name. I looked at him waiting for him to say something. "Well? What is your name beautiful?" He asked me.
"Oh, um, my name's Hannah." I stuttered.
"Well class welcome Hannah to English. Ethan would you mind sharing your stuff with her today?" He asked someone in the class.
When the boy that I walked into earlier looked up I instantly was afraid of what would happen. As if he knew what I was feeling he smiled and nodded. The teacher put his hand on my back and gently pushed me forward. The closer we got the more scared I got. He looked as if he was going to do something bad. When we reached the table I sat down slowly and put my things on the table.
"Hey, how are you doing?" He asked me.
"Um...I'm f-fine. Thank you." I stuttered.
"Can you share your books and things with Hannah for today Ethan, please." Our teacher asked Ethan.
"Sure thing Mr. Johnson. I can do that." He said.
"Good. This will be your asigned seats for the rest of the year because this class can't stand siting anywhere you guys want."
"Aww no Mr. I don't want to sit next to this bitch all year." Some guy in the back yelled.
"Hey. No swearing Justin."
"Sorry Mr. Johnson. I didn't mean to swear. Yeah I did." He said under his breath.
"I heard that Justin."
Oh boy. I hate my life already.
