Vergrin High (on hold!)

VIII

I glanced at the boy in front of me. "Wait so your telling me, that you dated Harper for six months. But you forgot the anniversary, so she broke up with you. Then you both dated different people, and got back with each other because you realized you loved another??"

Luka slowly nodded, "yes."

I widened my eyes. "That's so sweet."

Harper smiled and leaned her head on his chest, "I know he's the sweetest."

"So how when's your anniversary?"

Luka smiled softly and kissed her head. "October fifteenth."

Luka was a kind soul, I learned he does figure skating with John, a twin brother, and he's from North Korea . He has black hair, brown eyes, round glasses that make his eyes look good, a small amount of baby fat still on his face and is at least 182 cm. He reminds me of a puppy, he get excited over little things and loves everyone.

Ryan is a nervous guy, he is very shy and I think it will take a while for him to open up to me. I'm not afraid to admit that he is very attractive, green eyes, fluffy brown hair, small nose, and a set of dimples when I saw him laugh. He does men's volleyball, him being the main setter of the team. Another thing I find interesting I that he knows everything about everyone, he's good at reading emotions and body language.

Jake is something else, I total jerk and Grace should totally break up with him. I thought Aaron was bad, but this guy is a whole different level of asshole. He holds Grace on a leash and he won't ever stop holding her. It's obvious to see that touch is not graces love language, she seems very uncomfortable.

Other than Jake, I liked everyone in this small little firmed group. It feels as if they don't care and they just want to have fun, and I appreciate that.

"Hey Ryan can I ask you something?" I ask.

He looked up from his soup and nodded in response.

"Alright so there is this guy, I don't like him but he's interesting you know? I feel this need to know everything about him. From his dogs name to his favorite subject, I don't know why I want to know this but I do. So can you help me?"

Ryan nodded, "who is it?"

"Aaron Brown."

Everyone at the table immediately shut up, daring each other to speak. I looked at John who made eye contact with Luka who made eye contact with the floor.

Ryan coughed. "Well he's from France, if you couldn't tell by his accent. He was born in France then moved to what I think New York City now. He has a little sister, three dogs, and two happy parents. He is known as the schools local bad boy, he doesn't skip classes but he still smokes and rides a motorcycle with a leather jacket." I cringed at that, I hate stereotypes. "A lot of people assume he does illegal things such as being a gang leader, but I doubt that. He is just messed up and needs someone to put him in his place. Another thing is that he's a player surprise surprise." He said sarcastically. "But everything he does, he has consent and he never takes advantage of a drunk girl. He always find her group she came with or drop her off at a hotel." He paused thinking "he's friends with Sam, Lena, and I think Charlie. Also Sam and Lena are the schools favorite LQBTQ couple because they did win home coming last year."

I smiled at the thought of that, the school accepting them. I don't think anyone would accept that is my old school, and that has to change.

I hummed in approval, "so mr bad boy could be a decent human being. Shocker."

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I sighed making my way out of my last class for the day. It's only the first day and I already have a lot of homework. And now I have a team practice. I went to my dorm dropping off my school bad and replacing it with my fencing bag.

Walking down the dorm halls I saw many students doing the same as me. Some were talking to friends while others were on their phones. I was one of the students in their phones, checking my Snapchat. My friend back home sending me snaps of my favorite places making a small smile dance upon my lips.

I looked up and saw the changing rooms, walking in and closing the door behind me. The room smelled of multiple perfumes, covering up the smell of sweat. Toilets, sinks, and showers to the left. Lockers to the right. I placed my bad down next and started to get dressed.

Like many people I don't care about stripping in the locker rooms. After all we aren't paying attention to each other. We are trying to get dressed before practice.

I got my gear on and decided to follow the other girl who was in a fencing uniform. I caught up to her and smiled. "Hi I'm Emma."

She looked me up and down. "Abby, your the new girl?"

"Yup."

She nodded. "Fair warning, nobody goes easy on the fresh meat."

I gave her a look. "And what makes you assume I'm not good?"

"I never said that."

Damm she had a point