You Smell Good | ✔️

2 | Acquaintances

I finally managed to pick up my books and get to my locker. I struggled trying to get my locker combination right. I heard the click of the combination lock and pressed my finger on the latch and pulled. I shoved my books and papers into my locker leaving out a small 3" binder and one of my favorite books. I heard voices behind me and turned around. A mixed group of boys and girls looked in my direction.

"Hey Ching Chong!"

One of the boys in the group threw a balled up paper at my head. I untraveled the sheet of paper and it said a simple phrase.

Go back to Asia, Faggot.

You see, I am part of a world wide "project" for the whole "foreign student transfer" thing. I, and a few other classmates volunteered to be apart of this stupid thing. I dont know anyone else who's taking part in this "amazing experience", but they're around here somewhere. It was my parents who volunteered mostly. My mom is a part time journalist and she was looking for information about "American Lifestyle". My main language is Japanese, but I took English classes in my past years of school. And my dad's in the military, so that's that.

I had moved here over the summer, just in time for the new school year as a 12th grader. At least I won't have to go through the struggle of being new in the middle of the year.

As I was pondering my back story for a few moments, a dark shadow casted over me.

"Hello, sorry to interrupt your day, but I saw you having troubles a while ago and I wanted to help you out."

Oh perfect, another preppy kid to tease me and make me feel worthless.

"Sorry, but I'm not here for your charity work." I said while turning to face the mysterious figure.

It was the guy that I saw earlier when my stuff got knocked everywhere. He was very tall, with long black hair. He had dark brown eyes and a perfect toothpaste commercial teeth. There were a few freckles scattered across his acne-free face. He was leaning against the the lockers that were opposite of my locker, with his fingers running through his hair. He was wearing a light blue polo shirt, with baggy jeans and brown shoes. Another thing that I noticed, was that he was Asian.

"Pardon?"

"I said I'm fine, I don't need your sympathy."

The boy looked quite troubled at what my response was.

What, has the pretty boy never been turned down before? You poor thing!

Before he could say anything else, he started smelling the air and looking around the area. He crouched on the ground and appeared to be looking for something. He got closer and closer to me until he was 2 inches away from my face.

"Is that you?"

"W-What?" I stuttered, a bit flustered.

"Is that your scent?"

"Um..yes?" I said in a quiet tone.

"You smell good."

"Oh...thanks."

"You're welcome! I have to catch up with my friend, but maybe I'll talk to you later okay?"

"...okay?"

"I'm Calvin by the way, what's your name?"

Before I could respond, the same group of kids who threw the paper at my were shouting and waving at him, coaxing him to follow them.

Calvin turned towards me with his head cocked, still waiting for a response.

"I'll talk to you later." I said quietly, trying to get him off my back.