I fluttered my eyes open dizzily. I took in my surroundings, or rather the flood of people surrounding me.
"Thank god! You're okay, she's okay everybody! Now, go away, shoo!" exclaimed worriedly a blonde, gorgeous girl. Shockingly, every single person who was beside me a second ago, dispersed like they were bees and the girl was the Queen Bee. I felt a slight pain in the back of my head
I stood up, and shot the stranger a grateful smile. She nodded back, her face literally glowing.
"Hi, I'm Stacy, are you okay?" muttered the stranger kindly. Oh, that was Stacy! Great. What a great first impression I'd made.
"Uh, hello! I'm Lena. Are you the Hennings' daughter? I think our parents work together," I asked, rubbing my head. I blinked a few times, trying to lessen the pain in my head.
"Yeah, that's me! Now let's go get your schedule, maybe we'll be in the same classes," winked Stacy, smiling.
I sighed interiorly, I guess having a friend on the first day wouldn't so bad after all.
***
"Oh my Chanel! We have every single class together!" squealed Stacy. twirling her hair. I rolled my eyes, annoyance setting in my thoughts.
I winced at her "squeal". My ears sort of hurt. All she did was squeal.
"Oh my god, you have such nice hair!"
Squeal.
"My mom told me so much about you, we're gonna be such good friends!"
Squeal.
Keep calm. Be polite, be cool. I wouldn't want to lose my only guide/friend here, I thought, faking a smile.
"Be polite and cool about what Lele?" asked Stacy, widening her blue eyes, surprise and child-like curiosity in them
Oh god.
I partly spoke my thoughts out loud. Oh, and "Lele" was my nickname.
How adorable, and incredibly sickening.
"Oh, um, that's what I say when I'm nervous about something. You know, new school and stuff!" I blurted out, hoping she'd buy it.
"Oh-em-gee! That's so awesome! Be polite, be cool," exclaimed Stacy happily.
"Hey, my locker is 555, can I go see where it is? And also, I should really put my stuff. My bag is full of books," I said, feeling my stomach twist a little at the thought of the first class. I really hoped the teacher wouldn't make me go through the whole: "Hello, my name is Lena. I'm seventeen. I like books. I like listening to music. I like fun people."
"Of course! Let's go!"
While walking in the wide, crowded halls with Stacy, I took in every little detail they had/ The walls were old, but the painting was fresh. Lockers were sprayed with different colors, some were naked, some looked damaged.
Snickers were heard, and I had to force myself to not turn around to see what people were laughing about. I felt a rising anxiety as their eyes were on me, as they laughed. Confused, I tried to shake it off. They were probably talking about something else.
Paranoid much, Lena?
No.
Yes.
No, I'm not paranoid!
Yes, yes you are!
Great, now I'm mentally fighting with myself. Smart much?
The laughing was getting louder, and some even started pointing at me. My suspicions were sadly confirmed when I heard:
"Nice butt, newbie!"
I turned swiftly to face Stacy, who looked completely oblivious to whatever was happening.
"Stace, is something wrong with my pants?"
Her expression turned from confused, surprised to serious in a matter of seconds.
" Turn around," she demanded.
I obliged. A loud gasp was emitted by her, and I mentally start thinking. The stain couldn't be red, because that time of the month was still far, far away. Out of nowhere, she grabbed my arm and lead me to the girls' bathroom.
"Look at your butt," Stacy comanded furiously, tapping her feet on the ground impatiently.
I turned to look, and gasped loudly at what I saw.
A huge brown stain.
On my butt.
A huge mud stain.
On my white jeans.
How marvelous.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked worriedly. I couldn't just waltz in class looking like this, right?
"I always have an extra pair of jeans in my locker,we look the same size, want them?" She questioned, but my answer was pretty obvious.
"Yes! You're a life-saver! At least now I don't have to look like I pooped myself!" I exclaimed, relieved.
"Okay, stay here, I'll be right back!" She left, practically running.
Squeaky, but a life saver.
~After 10 minutes~
I'm walking towards my new locker, 555. So much happened today. I took a quick look at Stacy's light blue jeans, who fit me perfectly. Note to self: burn the white jeans.
Opening my locker, I took out my school books from my black bag. Heavy, heavy, heavy.
Holding my huge math book with one hand and two humongous english manuals, I struggled placing them in my locker.
I stepped back a little, only to stumble on my bag. I closed my eyes and waited for my body to hit the floor, but instead, a strong arm held my waist.
I opened my eyes. I found myself staring into ocean blue eyes. The eyes were intensly observing me, as if they could read through my soul. Perfect features, pale, perfect skin and a red pair of lips. Brown hair, messily falling to his eyes. His beautiful eyes. He was breathtakingly beautiful.
Slow motion, everything was in slow motion.
A guy, probably a senior, was holding me. Literally. His hands, which were gripping my waist a second ago, were now in his pockets. I bet I was drooling. Get yourself together woman! I steadied myself.
The time I took to snap out of my daze was enough for him to walk away.
And I didn't thank him.
I ran after him, and shouted:
"Hey! Wait! You, wait!"
He turned around, confused. His eyebrows were cutely furrowed.
"Thank you, for practically saving my life! I just wanted to say, thank you," I explained.
His confusion was quickly replaced by a cold, expressionless face.
"I mean, I'm not usually that clumsy, but today seems weird you know?"
A small smile was tugging at his lips.
For some reason, my heart was beating faster than usual.
"Anyway, thank you! Have a nice day, bye!"
And with those words, I hugged him, and walked away.
I hugged him.
I hugged him.
What was wrong with me.
And again, for some reason, that brown haired guy didn't leave my mind for the rest of day.
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