Under A Thousand Sparkles

Chapter 3: Get in touch

Lemons POV:

Hello !''
When I heard that voice, to no surprises, I shuddered of surprise. I quickly glanced on the side to feel a presence next to me. I threw them back to my notebook, and continued writing. But by the pitch of her voice, I could tell that this was a girl speaking to me. I preferred not interacting with her, since I was focused on taking notes about the missing fragments of the year's program. Despite me not looking directly at her, I could still feel that she was still next to me. A presence that I couldn't get rid off so easily, like the latest cell of dirt on the bottom of my shoes. The girl, certainly bothered by the lack of words from my share, kept speaking up :
''So... you new in town ?''
I said anything, again. My hand trembled. I breathed in. She was getting on my nerves. And the day only started. Was I really this ''sensitive'', according to my parents ? The one thing they always taught me to avoid at most ? Now's not the time to lose my cool, I only arrived here and I might not be able to make a good impression if I already have a bad temper at first day. And yet, I felt uncomfortable around her. I clenched my teeth.
''Wow, you're really shy aren't you ? What's up, cat got your tongue ?''
This last sentence was the one to send me. Without any warning ever, I knocked my fist on the desk then asked her quite loudly :
''What do you want ?!''
To ask that one question, I rose my head towards her direction. On my left. That's where I remember hearing that voice. I looked up at her, and suddenly felt as if every bite of anger and annoyance left my body, particle by particle. They then turned into regret, as I looked over these bright orange eyes staring at me with incredulous doubt.  Doubt over me probably thrashing her that way. Though... something bugged in this scene. I sensed no sadness. She wasn't even complaining about how harsh I was being towards her. Perhaps... was she excepting me to realize it ? I turned my head and sighed. Then, I moved my arm to the empty seat next to her, inviting her to seat with a little :
''I'm sorry.''
''It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong ! Thank you for the seat !''
Did I just hear ? Was she... forgiving me ? Was she being serious ? She must be joking, but at the same time, I had no other choices but to believe her. She seemed confident and joyful, as she sat next to me, like anything happened. I could take a glance, meanwhile, on how her long orange hair was flying along her body, as she positioned herself on the chair. She was dancing, in a way, her whole body forming only one movement at every move she did. It was gracious to look at.
But, oh. Where was I going. I returned back to my notebook and kept writing, to keep up with the pace. But this girl, next to me, didn't seem to make the single note. She seemingly forgot to bring her book, as well. I preferred shrugging it off and move on to the lesson. We were silent for a couple minutes – I would say three or four, until she spoke up again.
''So, your name's Lemon, right ?''
''... Yes,'' I said, a bit hesitant.
''Nice to meet you ! I'm Orange.''
Orange. Sounds like a wonderful name, for someone like her. It... fitted her well.
''Nice to meet you,'' I answered, without daring confronting her.
And since that last time I talked, we were sitting next to each other for the whole day.