The Only Girl In The World

Chapter Two

Edited

~Kaylee

When my mom died, I had to move from my old neighbourhood to my uncle's. I felt a little bit sad that I was leaving the place I had grown up behind but regardless glad still, I was also leaving behind the rumours concerning my parents and I that had spread round my old school.

I got bullied a lot because of that but going to a new school meant a new start. Not the new start of making new friends and living a better life, nope. A new life of minding my own damn business and going about my life till I die.

I've gotten used to the fact that I'm going to die, so talking about it freely wasn't something I was afraid of.

And yes, I meant what I said. Minding my own damn business. It's a shame how they never minded theirs. That's why I wore my hoodies always, in a way it screamed "Get the hell away from me, I don't wanna talk to you!"

My hood was mostly always up, I always minded my business, ignored everyone and never said a single word and it worked just fine. Apparently that made me a topic of discussion for them and that's when they made up the rumours about how I was an alien or something.

At some point, they made up one that I was a runaway criminal. I get why scientists say we evolved from apes, but clearly most of them had their brains still behind on the evolution.

I didn't care anyway, it was much better than my old school. At some point, they had gotten bored and left me alone.

Closing my locker after putting my books in it, I leaned on it and closed my eyes, I had barely started the day and I felt exhausted already.

Besides me, I heard someone open their locker.

''Are you ok?'' I heard a voice ask me.

I just nodded, no one bothered to talk to me because they knew I never answered so whoever it is must have been new.

''I'm kind of new-''

The bell rang interrupting the person and I opened my eyes picking up my bag immediately.

I'm going to be late!

I was already on my way to class when I realized whoever that was, was still trying to talk to me.

Well, he'll just have to get used to me.

I was seconds away from dozing as Miss Brank was solving some kind of equation on the board. Maths on a Monday morning should be illegal!

''And when you-''

The lesson was interrupted when the door swung open and a guy walked in.

''Um...sorry I'm late. I got lost on the way" the guy apologised looking at the teacher who nodded at him.

His voice sounded oddly familiar...

''I'll excuse you cause you're new'' Miss Brank said. ''Why don't you introduce yourself to the rest of the class then.''

He turned to face the class and already I could see some girls gawking at him. As if that wasn't enough, he brushed his hand through his curly dark hair, flashed them a million dollar smile and winked. I could hear the dreamy sighs and I could have sworn someone fell behind me. He was clearly enjoying the attention.

I hated him already, typical.

Well, I hate everybody anyway.

''I'm Chri-"

"Christian Anderson!" a girl completed for him staring at him dreamily. "Famous TikTok influencer, like who doesn't know you?"

Hellooo? Me? I had no idea who he was.

And yes! I had TikTok on my phone, and I used it.....once in a blue moon. I had more important things to do like trying not to die, don't judge me!

He chuckled slightly. "I guess. Like she said, I'm Christian, I'm 18 and I'm a transfer student. I moved to Boston from New York a few days ago. It's nice to meet you all" he said smiling slightly.

"Nice to meet you too" I heard some girls drool over him.

Yes! I could hear them drooling, they were that loud!

''Ok Christian, go take a seat so we can continue the lesson'' she said gesturing towards the seat.

Please don't notice the empty seat behind me, please don't notice! You could always sit down um...on the floor?

His eyes met mine and another smile appeared on his face as he started walking towards me or more like towards the seat behind me.

Why me?

Tearing my gaze away from his back down to my textbook, he finally settled down on the seat behind me. When I looked up again, some girls were staring daggers at me.

I could almost hear the message they were trying to pass to me.

Stay away from him or else.

I rolled my eyes. Have him, I don't care.

Miss Brank continued her lesson and I looked back down at my textbook.

''Hey'' I heard him say from behind me. "I'm the guy from the locker."

So that's why he sounded familiar. I looked up a bit then looked back down.

Ignore him, I told myself.

"I guess we're locker mates and now seatmates" He said not taking the hint that I've been ignoring him.

I answered with, you guessed it, absolute silence.

''You don't talk much do you?'' he asked.

You think?

''or at all?''

I ignored him again. Usually people get the message I don't want to talk to them after two or three attempts but apparently, this one was dumb.

''I don't have my textbook, you mind sharing?'' he asked and I had to admire him for his consistency.

I took in a deep breath trying to keep my irritation at bay, it's going to take a while to get rid of him.

Without saying a word or turning around to look at him, I gave him my textbook over my shoulder. Thankfully he didn't say anything else till after the class, maybe he had finally given up. Took him long enough.

I was packing my books into my bag for the next lesson after the bell had rung when he dropped my textbook on my table and left without saying a word.

I stared at his figure as he walked out the door, a victorious expression on my face. Was he angry now? Maybe it was his first rejection from a girl, that's got to hurt.

Picking up the textbook to put in my bag, a paper fell from it. On it was scribbled some numbers and a message which read:

I'll be expecting a call ;)

I frowned at first in confusion, then rolled my eyes. Yup, I've concluded that he was crazy. I should be angry, instead, I couldn't help stare at it amused at how persistent he was.

I could just straight up trash it, for some reason, I kept it back in my textbook. I wasn't going to save his number, just going to return it. Yeah....return it so he would get the message I didn't like him. Maybe I would tear it up in front of him so it would get the message into his thick skull.

Or maybe just maybe, that wasn't really the reason...

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