Craze

Chapter 1

The Bubbler

Following the principal from behind, I make sure to memorize the route to my classes. Maybe I was focusing too hard because I didn't even realize when I walked into my first class of the day. The teacher approaches, "Good morning, I'm Ms Bustier, your homeroom class and more importantly I'll be teaching French." She smiles warmly at me. 

I can already tell I'll love her. "Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" She encourages. I might have been awkwardly staring but oh well. I turn to the class, putting on my big girl pants I speak.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. Just moved from America and I'm hoping we'll all get along just fine" I say, I didn't expect any sort of reaction so why are they all looking at me weird. Is it what i'm wearing? Have to admit with this grunge style i'm going for these poor Parisians might think I'm a gangster, is what I was thinking until a seemingly short girl with bright red hair, blue eyes, and a black cap shouts out. "Holy mother of- are you a model?!?" We both end up jumping back a bit in shock, neither expecting for that to happen.

"Oh uhm thank you I've never been called a model before.." I find the wall really interesting as I say this, my face feeling hot from the sudden compliment. The short, sporty girl takes this as her cue to sit down. Also avoiding eye contact thanks to her own outburst. 

Ms Bustier, who tries to hide a knowing look on her face, quietly laughs, "Why don't you go sit at the back Y/N and we can get class started." Already embarrassed enough I nod and walk towards my seat.

Naturally my eyes gloss over the faces of my new classmates as they stare back. But as I'm about to reach the last stair I make eye contact with this beautiful goth girl. Doing a quick look up and down as I check her out. Admiring the black shirt with see-through sleeves. 

My eyes trail up towards her eyes, thinking about how much I love goths, I noticed the flustered look she has. I realize that I've been staring at her for too long so I quickly take my seat. Groaning internally. Thankfully to everybody else that felt like 2 minutes so nobody noticed anything. "At least I didn't completely mess up" I think.

Class finishes so I can finally get the hell out of there, before rushing out I realize that I don't know where my next class is. Looking around, the teacher already went out for a break while most of the class is gone too, except.. the goth girl.

 Mentally slapping myself I reluctantly walk over to her as she gets out of her seat. "Hey I was about to leave but I forgot I don't know where my next class is, can you help me? It's Ms Mendeleiev, science.''

I try to look into her eyes, or eye I guess, but I notice the girl is completely avoiding mine. "Did I really freak her out that bad?" I ask worryingly in my head, about to cut my loses and leave, the shy girl suddenly speaks. But it was so quiet I had to lean closer "What?" I ask again. This only freaks her out more as she suddenly bolts out of class. Standing alone in the empty classroom I stare in disbelief, "Well fuck me" I mumbled confused.

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Lunch starts as I take my place in line for the food, drooling over how good the school lunch looks. "America could never" I think, I hear giggling behind me so obviously I turn around to fight whoever is laughing at me but instead I find probably the cutest girl I've ever seen. 

I observe the blue haired girl in curiosity, my brain in awe of her bright blue eyes and pink lips. "What's with France and cute girls" I think amused. The girl, now flustered, shyly speaks, "Sorry but you looked so cute- I mean pretty- uh pretty shocked by the food" she stutters awkwardly, failing in hiding her thoughts.