(Author’s POV)
"Hey, where’s the newbie?" Perry tapped on a random girl’s shoulder and asked.
"The handso one? Ma’am took him to his designated class," she told them. "Which one, which one?" Perry followed with another question; her tone filled with eagerness. "I don’t know," the reply ca. After saying this, the girl walked away, leaving Perry disappointed. As for Alia, she didn’t care much.
Perry smacked her thigh, "We missed the chance, shit~ ..."
"Language, Perry," Alia scolded while looking around to see if any teacher had caught on. She then pulled her friend and said, "If we are done here, let’s go back to the class. Ms. Doull will have our necks otherwise."
"Nahhh~ ... she will only have my neck. After all, you are her favourite student. She won’t utter a word to you." Perry muttered, letting herself be dragged on by her friend.
As they neared their class, a flock of three or four birds, or rather girls, were gathered in the corridor, grabbing their attention. "Aren’t they from the senior year? What are they gawking at inside our class?" Perry comnted.
Alia didn’t say anything as they kept on walking. The girls were blocking the way, so she said, "Excuse , let us pass through. Excuse ~" her tone polite and respectful.
They managed to get past the flock sohow. When they reached the entrance, Perry couldn’t help but cuss out, her eyes widening, "HOLY ... SHIT ..." This ti, Alia didn’t scold her or even stop her. She, too, was in shock, staring at the person before them.
Ms. Janet Doull, their horoom teacher, saw Alia and said, "Alia, you are here. Co inside. You too, Perry."
Perry started to walk, but she halted her steps midway when she noticed her friend hadn’t moved an inch. She glanced back to find Alia rooted to her spot, her eyes dilated. Perry called out, "Lia, what are you standing there for. Ms. Doull is calling."
Alia snapped out of her shocking state and finally entered the class. Ms. Doull gestured for Perry to take her seat while she asked Alia, "Alia, this is Denver Brooks, your new classmate. As the class representative, help him settle in and look after him." She instructed, her voice soft yet firm. "Now, you two may take your respective seats." After saying her piece, she departed the class.
The guy nad Denver didn’t give a single glance in Alia’s direction and straight away walked towards the end, taking his seat. Alia was left dumbfounded by the sheer ignorance as her gaze followed him. ’This guy? Isn’t he~ ... isn’t he the one I saw at the party? I thought the way he carried himself and talked to the elders made him seem like an older guy. What is he doing here?’ She thought. ’Was he of my age?’
"Class Rep~ ..." soone called out. "Alia, Alia Clinton~ ..."
For the second ti, Alia pulled herself out of her thoughts and back to reality. She asked, "Yes, what do you want, Justin?"
"Can I get your chemistry notes?" her classmate asked. Alia nodded and gave it to him. She then decided to approach her new classmate and make a proper introduction. After taking a deep, long breath, she marched towards him.
Denver’s face was tilted to the side, towards the window, his eyes closed. He was taking in the gentle rays of the sun, completely oblivious to Alia’s presence behind him. Or was he not? Who knows.
Alia stood there, cleared her throat and started with an awkward greeting, "Uhhh~ .... Hi,"
No reply ca from the other side.
Alia’s eyes flickered as she attempted the second ti, "Excuse ~ ..."
Sa old, sa old.
By this ti, the entire class was looking in their direction. Alia felt sowhat embarrassed, sowhat offended. She has never been ignored like that by anyone, ever. This blatant ignorance blazed sothing inside her as she uttered, tapping her knuckles on his desk twice, "Hey, Denver. Don’t you know it’s rude not to reply when soone has been calling you?" Her tone was reprimanding.
Denver Brooks finally opened his eyes. A weary sigh escaped his mouth before he turned around to look at her. As their eyes t, Alia felt her breath hitching, her hands curled into balls on either side. ’When I saw him that day, at the gala, it was from a distance, but he really is handso amongst all the boys I have seen. What, wait~ ... what am I?? What the heck am I thinking? What’s with this crap? Lia, get a grip on yourself.’ She patted her cheeks ntally to compose herself.
Finally, the man of the hour decided to open his mouth, "Yes, what do you want?"
Alia’s mouth twitched, hearing his aloof tone and seeing his laid back attitude. She once again cald herself. Plastering a polite smile on her lips, she said, "Ms. Doull asked to help you. Do you~ ..."
"No need. I can manage," with these five words, he dismissed Alia and resud what he was doing earlier. Basking in the sun.
Alia was appalled at him. He wasn’t even showing basic courtesy towards her. ’Why is he so full of himself. Good looking yet, but big ti jerk. She wanted to charge at him, but with her classmates watching, she had to swallow her pride. With a stiff, stretched smile, she said, "Okay~ .... if you need anything, anyti, feel free to co to ." And with that, she turned around and returned to her seat in the first row. The smile disappeared the second she settled down.
Perry, whose seat was just behind her, leaned forward and said, "He is the sa guy I was talking about~ .... Ohhh my gosh, ohhh my gosh~ .... We are so lucky. Lia. This is a sign. A big damn, gigantic sign. Take it, Lia. Take it with both hands."
’Lucky sign, my foot. I thought he was a kind person, hahh .... My mistake,’ she scoffed inwardly.
And just like that, their story began.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . .
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