"She's shy," Brooke shrugged and looked at Indianna.
"Well, come on, I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before.
"Don't talk about that," Indianna said, but her voice was still quiet.
"Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson said and smirked. "Somebody likes it kinky."
Indianna Hughs had always been the quiet one; the shy one. She was always the one that stayed in the background. She blended in, never got noticed. She liked it like that. So when she's forced to move schools, she is not happy. Everyone notices a new kid, she didn't want that attention. Especially not from Mr Bad Boy who seemed to be very interested in her.
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"You'll be fine," her mother said and waved her hand dismissively at her. "Just be social and make friends!"
"Social," Indianna muttered and grabbed her bag from the back seat. "Sure." She climbed out of the car, ignoring her mother's happy wave goodbye. She slammed the door behind her and looked up at the large building in front of her.
It was a school. Simple enough. Large stone steps led up to large double doors that had students flowing through them, students that noticed her.
Indianna groaned quietly and swung her rucksack over one shoulder. Pulling her black beanie down further on her head, she walked up the steps that led to the school. She kept her eyes down as she wandered the corridors, she thought that if she couldn't see anyone, that maybe they couldn't see her either.
She knew she was being stupid.
The town her and her mother had moved to wasn't small, but it wasn't big either. Not everyone knew each other personally, but they would recognise a new face from a mile away. Indianna clutched her hands tighter around the strap of her rucksack and carried on down the hallway. She had come to the school a few days before and the Principle had roughly shown her around. She could only remember how to get to her locker.
When she opened her locker, she saw there were many textbooks and notebooks stacked neatly. She grabbed them and shoved them all into her bag and shut her locker, walking back down the corridor.
Indianna hated that she could feel everyone's curious stares on her. She hated that she stood out.
She already had her timetable so she headed to her first lesson, History.
She was grateful that the class was relatively empty when she walked so she took a seat right at the back of the classroom and sighed, she only had to survive a year here, then she'd be able to leave and do what she wanted with her life.
"Indianna Hughs, you're 16 years old, 5,4 and you've moved from England to America with your mother."
Indianna jumped in shock when a girl with curly blonde hair appeared in front of her.
"Sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to scare ya." The girl smiled apologetically at Indiana and sat down next to her. "It's just you're new and I know everyone at this school."
Indiana nodded slightly and looked at her hands that were resting on the desk. She picked at her chipped black nail varnish and hoped this girl would go away.
She wasn't good with people.
"You gonna say anything, sweetie?" The girl seemed kind, but Indiana stayed quiet and shrugged her shoulders. "Hmm, shy I see. Well I'm Brooke, it's only fair you know my name if I know who you are."
Indianna still didn't speak and Brooke sighed.
"Please give me something to work with, hun. It takes two to have a conversation, otherwise I would just be talking to myself. People already think I'm a bit crazy," she giggled and looked at Indiana. "I understand that you're shy, but I promise I don't bite."
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"She's shy," Brooke shrugged and looked at Indianna. "Well, come on, I don't bite," Greyson urged and Indianna stiffened, just like before. "Don't talk about that," Indianna said, but her voice was still quiet. "Struck a nerve have I?" Greyson said...