"No." He answered.
"You're lying. I know you're lying." I accused. I mean, how is it possible that he doesn't have a cartoon crush? That's bullshit if I've ever heard it.
"Not even a Disney princess?!" I questioned in outrage. He snorted I glared at him while waiting for his answer.
"Okay, maybe when I was like 10 I had a small crush on Rapunzel." I smiled proudly at his confession.
"There we go! I knew it because it's psychologically impossible for someone from this modern world to not have ever had a cartoon crush, they've done studies on it." I said proudly.
"Yeah, what studies?" I turned at his question thinking for a minute and realizing that I had dreamed the studies up.
"Oh, some university in the States, Hey, speaking of which, where are you from? I can't exactly pin your accent anywhere." I was determined to find out, I knew I could detect a little bit of French.
"I grew up kind of everywhere mostly in New York and all over France." I grinned at his response, I was right a little bit.
"Wait!" I gasped "I'm from New York too!"
"I could tell." He said with a glint in his eye. I wondered if I had an accent for a millisecond before I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh! Look at that butterfly over there! Did you know that butterflies use their feet to taste?" I had stocked up on butterfly facts after I had found out that they were Lola's favorite.
"No, I didn't know that." He had stopped our journey to my classroom to peer out the window and see the butterfly that I was excitedly pointing at.
"Well, you learn something new every day!" I supplied while turning back to the corridor that we were walking through. All of a sudden, a realization hit me.
"Hey, don't you have class? Or is your class near mine? Or do we have the same class? Because I'm already 20 minutes late and my excuse is being new, but you're not." I worriedly rushed out my string of questions while glancing at his tall posture as he stood by the window.
"Don't worry about it Amelie, my class is nearby." He reassured me while stepping away from the window and in my direction.
"If that's what you say so." I shrugged and he nodded while we continued our walk.
"So... Are you team Jacob or team Edward?" This was probably the most serious question that I had asked him on our way to my classroom. "choose wisely" I warned.
"What's that?" and I gasped in horror at his reply.
After about three more minutes of me explaining Twighlight lore and two minutes of me promising to read him every book and rent him every movie, we arrived to the aforementioned classroom.
"This is your class, have fun in Biology." He paused as if to consider something before leaning down and whispering into my ear "The teacher's a nut, just take notes because he'll test you about anything and everything that he says." I nodded, smiled, and thanked him. Then, I watched him walk away, he has a cute saunter if you were wondering.
I took in a big breath and turned to knock at the door.
"yes?" A lanky, bald man with big brown eyes and a hooked nose answered.
"Hi! I'm kind of new here and I got lost on my way here. I'm so sorry about being late!" he peered at me through his tiny little glasses. Suddenly, he pulled me into the class.
"DOES ANYONE KNOW THIS GIRL?" I smiled and waved at all the eyes that watched me.
"NO ONE? NOT ONE PERSON?" the room remained silent.
"What is your name?"
"Amelie Costas!"
"Very well, you may take a seat." He gestured at the open seats and I sat at the front row next to a pale-skinned girl, her white curls were pulled back into two braids.
"Hi! I'm Amelie, can I sit here? I love your braids by the way! Did you do them yourself? Do you think that you could maybe teach me one day?" I stood expectantly awaiting her answers.
"Yeah! I'm Heather, Thank you! I did do them myself, and I could totally teach you." She pulled the chair out for me while individually answering my questions for me. I smiled, another maybe friend- Yay!
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I flopped onto my quilt-covered bed. Lola wasn't here yet I hadn't seen her until 3:00 during our Ceramics class. Then, she disappeared right after the class was over. I hadn't made any friends besides Heather which was kind of disappointing, but, whatever.
I pulled my schedule out of my blazer pocket and counted the friends I had classes in.
7:00-8:00 Breakfast
8:30- 10:00 Biology, I have Heather
10:15- 11:45 Latin, no one
12:00- 1:30- English Literature, Ashton and Heather
1:45- 2:45- Lunch
3:00- 4:30- Ceramics, I had Lola
4:45- 6:35- Developmental Psychology, not one soul.
Three out of Five isn't that bad!
"What do you think Scarlett, will I make more friends tomorrow? Stay silent if yes!" I stared into her green eyes and she stared back a blank stare, but still! A silent blank stare.
I had attempted making friends in Developmental Psychology with a brunette girl, her hair was in space buns and she had changed up her uniform in a cool way. I asked her if she liked to sew and she answered with a curt nod. I continued to ask her questions, but eventually, she just ignored me and moved to another seat. My cheeks had flushed of color at that mortifying moment. Especially because Hudson was watching.
I wasn't sure if I could consider him a friend. I mean, we had one conversation. I often made the mistake of guessing that people were my friends when they weren't, this trait of mine had acquired a lot of glares. Besides, Hudson had sat at the back of the class while I sat at the front.
"Hey! Are you going to dinner? Or do you wanna go celebratory smoke at the Astronomy tower while eating chocolate-covered strawberries?" I flopped my head to the side at Lola's question. Her uniform had been altered to be unrecognizable.
"So?" She asked while tugging sparkly clips out of her hair. I so badly wanted to go with her, but I knew that if I skipped dinner, they would notify my dad. So not fun.
"No, you go. I'm going to dinner." I sighed.
"Alright then, I'll see you later." She responded. I watched as she reached under her bed for a box of chocolate strawberries that some boy had used to ask her out, she said no.
"Hey, how were your classes?" I got off my bed and flopped onto hers to ask.
"y'know, same old same old" I didn't know seeing as I was completely new to this school, but I didn't tell her that. The room stayed quiet as she rolled a blunt while sitting at our desk.
"Hey, can you get me that blanket over there?" She aimlessly waved her hand toward the floor while directing me. I flopped off the bed and rolled over to the fuzzy blanket that she was talking about. I threw it at her head and she picked it up and shoved it into her backpack.
"I didn't know you had a tattoo?" I stated while pointing at her thigh tattoo
"Yeah, I got it during lunch, my buddy Remy has a tattoo gun. Do you want one?" she wiggled her brows up and down.
"I'll consider it" I contemplated what I would even get, and where I would get it.
"I'll let him know." I watched as she put her backpack on and tucked the blunt that she had rolled behind her ear. She seemed pretty happy with my answer. Maybe I could get one little tattoo?
Hi everyone! I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, I love writing scenes between Lola and Amelie. Next chapter will include a lot more Hudson hehe stay awesome my lovelies xoxo