The New Nerd On The Block

Chapter 3: Friend

Okay. Right now I am having a mini heart attack. I never had a boy talk to me before, let alone HOLD MY HAND. But, there is this feeling in my stomach, butterflies that are making me feel nervous. He, wait he? What's his name?

"Um, my I ask what is your name?" I asked as we enter the front entrance of Brighton.

"Reid, Chris Reid." He held out his left hand and smiled. I'm guessing it is contagious because I smiled to the floor and shook his muscular hand firmly.

We both walked into main hall of the school. Students everywhere were chatting to one another about there recent summer plans and new clothes and hair styles. Teachers greeting the freshmen and welcoming back others. But, as if slow motion was perfectly possible, it seemed like many people eyes were focusing to me, no wait, mystery boy over to my left.

"Aye, Chris!"

"Pretty boy Chris! Wassup?"

"My man, Chris Reid."

Simultaneously, the girls said, "Hi, Chris."

The herd of people ran up to mystery boy, who's name is Chris, 'dapping him up'. I knew it, something told he was Mr. Popularity. Everyone staring at him on the bus, yeah big hint. And a boy that looks like that? Too good to be true.

I stepped out of the way of the crowd, standing on the outside. Being the piece of meat thrown to the side, I just walked down the hall, I viewed, well squinted profusely at the door's plaque numbers.

'#125. Hmm. #216 would be on the second floor, Arielle duh.' I thought, subconsciously talking myself.

I take a flight up the stairs, taking in the beautiful navy blue and white on the walls, which are Brighton's school colors. Posters and tryout flyers plastered all over, as well as a folder filled with school directory. Lucky day, I don't want to be the tourist of a new kid and ask, 'Where is...' and 'How do you get to....'. No. Reaching the top of the stairs, I stroll to the directory and retrieve a paper. I narrowed my vision into the paper. Curse the small print.

'Just have to make a left and another. The first door on my right.'

The halls were starting to disperse into their classes as the bell rang, signalling students to go class. Well, let's get going. I hate being late to my classes. Add a check on the nerd factor.

I turned down the English hallways, it was filtered with a large crowd of scrambling students. I was squeezing through when someone stepped on my foot, and I was pushed out of the commotion. *sigh*

I turned left and there it was room #216. Ha, thank God can relax in a comfortable classroom. I held the door handle and shorter the lock as I entered. There was at least 7 people here, staring at me with curiosity. I would love it if no one gives me attention, geez. Walking straight to the back of the room by the 6x6 seats. I was the bottom right seat and I let my head drop on my folded arms on the marble desk.

Let's slowly review how my morning is going shall we? One, surveillanced by bus riders. Two, met Chris, A.K.A Mr. Popularity. Three, he cracked my glasses and now I am blind for the rest of the day. So far, this fantastic.

Everyone started to fill in the desks, conversing, laughing, smiling. Everything I'm not doing. So, I decided to just play Scramble with Friends on my iPhone to pass time.

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"Hello Class of 2013!" the teacher said proudly.

Class cheered wildly. The boys started to wolf like animals, banging on the desks. To be apart of the small excitement I let out 'woo.'

"Okay, so I'm your homeroom teacher Mr. Preston. I will start attendance." He uttered with full relaxation.

As multiple 'here' started to fill the air, the girl in front of me with pretty brown curls in a bun turned to me in her chair.

"Hi, I'm Angela." Her bright smile was blinding. Her mud colored eyes poured into me. "Your new here to Brighton?"

"Yeah. It's nice to meet you, Angela. I'm Arielle." I gave her a small wave.

"OMG! We both start with an A! We are going to be best friends."

Angela exclaimed as she screeched into her teeth.

Okay, who put damn novacane in her cornflakes?! She is way to happy in the morning, especially on the first day.

'Arielle, be positive. You met someone new and they WANT to be your friend. Try and relax and have a good day. Fresh start.' Subconsciously my mind blurted.

"Of course." I beamed, my braces in full effect.

Angela made an 'oooooo' sound. "Your eyes are so cute! I wish I had colored eyes!" she faked pouted and giggled.

"Thank you," I blushed. I got a compliment! I'm already starting to like it here. "Your eyes are pretty brown."

"43.7% of the population has brown eyes, which means they are basic." someone said. They boy diagonal from me twisted in his desk.

"You guys are twins?!" I asked. They were almost exact replicas of each other.

Angela had round brown eyes, sloped nose and pink puffed lips. So did he. Angela had brown curls, so did he. But the only difference was the face shape. Angela had a oval shape, but her brother had heart shape.

"Yup! This is my other half." Angela pinched her brother's cheek as he smiled.

"My name is Alexander but call me Alex. Alexander sounds too stuck up." Alex introduced as he flapped his hand.

Before I retorted, my name was bellowed.

"Arielle Patel?" Mr. Preston called.

"Here." I raised my hand.

He nodded and went back to his teacher duties.

Did I just make two friend in less than 5 minutes? How lucky am I? Karma must be off at work right now, cause she isn't knocking on my door.

"Hi, Alex. I'm Arielle."

"Duh, of course because I just heard it," he chuckled, he sounded a little like Pinocchio when he did so. "Your last name is Patel? Isn't that of Indian origin?" He questioned.

Wow, this guy is observant.

"My father is Indian and Guyanese."

Angela and Alex squealed at each other like children on a Ferris wheel. They say twins do the same things.

I began to say something until I saw the door open. The class halted their own movements and viewed toward the door. There was Chris, clutching a McDonald's bag in his left hand while holding a McCafe Caramel coffee in the other.

"Sorry, I'm late teach. Gotta have a healthy breakfast to start the day." He announced to Mr. Preston.

The class erupted into natural laughter, probably used to knowing casual humor. Mr. Preston tried to cover his chuckle but failed as started distributing schedules. Even I cracked a smile. Pretty great start of senior year.