Misunderstood

Chapter 2

Her name is Sakura Mori and she is a supposed "popular girl". But the thing is, she's not like the others. This sounds really cliche but it's true.

It started when she was moved up to my biology class and naturally, the only seat left for her to sit in, was the empty one next to me in the back corner.

I took in her beauty and thought to myself 'great, now this low, self-absorbed bitch is disturbing my personal space' until she gave me a small wave, beaming.

Her gesture had caught me off guard. I turned around to see if she was waving at someone else only to be faced with the blank wall behind me. I didn't know how to react so I just smiled awkwardly in case she actually was waving at the wall.

"Oh I know you!" She piped up. "You're that smart girl!" Smart girl?

"M-me? Um thanks" I said, smiling slightly. She didn't call me baka! Maybe she's just leading me on so I think she's nice but in reality, she's a snake waiting for the right moment to sink her teeth into my skin and poison me.

Not literally. Hopefully. My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher clearing her throat. She started talking about some worksheet but I couldn't concentrate. My social anxiety had become even more of a problem in the last few minutes.

This girl was talking to me. And I didn't know why.

I felt very uneasy in my seat. I was worried I would do something stupid like fall off my chair or accidentally make some weird noise out loud.

My brain was so busy telling me not to do those things that I didn't notice the teacher standing over me, looking at my empty worksheet. "Harada!? This isn't like you!" I jumped in my seat.

"I-I'm sorry"
"It's fine, just get on with the work please"
Oh shit. Pretty girl heard the whole thing too. I sheepishly clicked my pen and started scribbling meaningless words and numbers onto the page.

I saw Sakura peeking slightly over my shoulder so I discretely moved my paper slightly closer to make it easier for her. I don't know why I did that.

Usually I would just hide my paper under my arms. But I guess she was nice to me after all so I should try to repay her kindness somehow. It's not every day a girl like her talks to a girl like me.

I saw her smiling slightly in the corner of my eye. Her pearly whites fit into her mouth perfectly. Her eyes were a deep brown and they sparkled as the light hit her.

Her beautiful dark hair was so shiny and curled elegantly, trailing down her back. I'm sure you get it by now. She's perfect.

Or how society defines the word "perfect". She's so pretty it pisses me off but she's so nice so I don't think she's one one "those" girls.

I only had a couple of questions left when the bell rang for the end of the day. I didn't die of embarrassment! I quietly packed away my things as she said to me "well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

All my awkward ass could do was nod with that same awkward smile. And yeah, I would see her tomorrow. Another lesson full of anxiety and regret. Cant wait.