2. Making New Friends

AMIRA

The second day doesn't feel any different from the previous day. This is my first official day, because I'm supposed to meet new people and make some new friends.

It's not that I'm a shy person, in fact I'm pretty confident I'm just not comfortable with making first impressions and all that judging shit.

This is when people look at the new student judging how they style their uniform, since that’s what we’re all wearing. They judge how they’ll walk, talk and even if they find the person attractive enough to be friends with them. It’s all just bullshit to me honestly.

I can feel their eyes on me and hear them actually, but I don’t pay any attention to them.

If there was a way I could get out of here and go back to my old life without anyone noticing, I would. But I'm also a realistic person, so I have to move on, also not talking about just school. Maybe it is a good idea stating here.

I scoff out loud, almost laughing at myself.

I'm still not taking shit from anyone.

"So tell me, how does this shit work again?" I ask Samantha. Right now it's time for breakfast, so we're headed for the cafeteria.

"Shit?" She looks at me surprised.

"Yeah, you know school stuff." I heard her laughing at me.

"Firstly, it's not shit or school stuff. It is school and the activities." She is doing all these hand gestures while talking. It looks exhausting, but incredibly funny.

"Gosh you're such a nerd."

"I'm not a nerd!" She jumps

"Okay..." We enter the cafeteria

"You're just not interested in school and how did you know this is the cafeteria."

"I'm new not stupid. Your principal gave a guide and it says cafeteria on the top."

"He is your principal too." She says

I ignore her. "Where's your table?" I ask

She points to a table at the left corner of the cafeteria. "Where are your friends?" We get to the tray and cutlery station.

"Um... I don't really have a lot of friends per say." She replies and I'm a little confused.

"Per say?" I ask.

"Yes. I'm not a socialite." She says shyly.

I burst into laughter. Socialite! LOL

"Well I guess I'm your friend." Right now we're on a queue.

"Really?" She asks surprised.

"Well yeah. I'm your roommate and you're the only person I know so... whatever." I say dryly.

"Oh... true." I can literally hear her smile.

"So what's your first class?" We're still on the queue.

"Ugh, today is Tuesday. I have math first." She frowns.

"Not a fan?"

"Yup, definitely not a fan." We finally get to our turn.

I greet the kitchen lady smiling. "Morning dear." She smiles at me.

"Can I have a green apple and some red grapes please." I ask smiling. That is one thing I've learned from high school. If you greet them smiling and ask politely still smiling, they'll be nice, except if your smile is creepy.

"Sure thing darling." She has a southern accent.

"I have never seen her that happy to serve a student before." Samantha whispers in my ear and we both giggle.

I thank the lady.

After being served, we both head to her table. As I turn around, I bump into someone. "Shit!" The person curses.

"Shit! I'm sorry are you okay?" I ask before looking up. Oh wow, it's like I'm staring at someone that only exists in my dreams.

"No! You spilled my juice all over me!" I probably would be drooling, if he hadn't been so rude.

"Uh excuse me, you bumped into me. You should be the one apologizing and not me." I tell him.

"Are you crazy?! You bumped into me; you should be the one apologizing." Well isn't this lovely. I do not have the time to deal with pompous kids.

"Okay Mr. Man firstly, I'm not crazy. If you want crazy... look at the mirror. Secondly, I apologized first, which shows proper manners; clearly you know nothing about that. So until you learn some, my friend and I are going to enjoy our breakfast." I gesture towards Samantha to follow me and she does, but I stop to turn around and say one more thing.

"Oh and you should probably get better glasses because we both know who bumped into who." With that I take my leave.

I am about to plunge a grape in my mouth when I notice something weird Samantha's doing.

"What?"

"You might be the number one target." She replies.

I burst into laughter after hearing that. "Sam. I'm calling you Sam from now on, the other one is too long. Look if it's attention you are scared of, then I'm afraid we can't relate anymore ... attention is my middle name." Why do you think I'm here in the first place?

"Still you don't want to mess with these guys."

"What's gonna happen? Their girlfriends are gonna come after me. Please." I give her an eye roll.

"Eat up so we don't get late." I instruct her.

"Since when did you care about school?" She laughed

"Shut up."

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"Good Morning class." The teacher greeted the class.

"Good Morning Mrs. Anderson." The class greeted back.

Someone taps on my right shoulder. It's Sam. "What is it Sam?" We're both whispering so we don't get caught. I'm also not interested in talking right now.

"I can't wait for this class to be over." She says. That's what she wanted to tell me! Ugh.

I give her a small smile, so I won't seem rude.

"This is the part I hate." I whisper to myself and my fingers on my nose to show my annoyance.

"Before we start class, I would like to introduce a new student amongst us." The only thing going through my head is why.

She calls me to the front. I stand and walk up to the front. I'm about to talk when the door opens. It's the guy from earlier. I notice he is dry, so he probably changed into a new uniform. Oh yeah, did I mention we wear uniform, yeah we do.

"Mr. Coleman may I ask where you are coming from and why you are late for my class."

He is about to say something, but he looks at me and starts staring. Right now we're basically having a stare down, and no one is ready to back down. It is honestly really fun.

"Mr. Coleman! I asked a simple question." Mrs. Anderson yelled, the whole class literally shook, even me. I chuckle a bit, because it's funny.

"Oh I got held up, sorry it won't happen again."

"It better not. Take a seat. Please miss, carry on introducing yourself. Tell us your name, age and the reason you left your previous school." she is referring to me.

"My name is Amira Dermas, I'm 17 and the reason I left my previous school is no one's business. Thank you." I stare at the teacher dryly, with a brow raised. It's no one's business the reasons some of the decisions pertaining my life were made.

"Okay Miss Dermas you can take your seat now. Thank you." I can hear her sigh. She's probably thinking 'kids are so damn annoying'.

As I walk to my seat, I can literally feel his eyes on me, along with everyone in the class. I hate first day attention, I mean if I did something to get me in trouble and anyone finds it's me, I wouldn't care, but this... naah. I can also hear some people whispering about me. They think I can't hear them.

"That's the girl that spilled juice on Jonathan" I didn't hear the rest. I really don't care about all their gossip.

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JONATHAN

For the first time I feel like I have some actual competition. The only thing is I do not like her very much.

-Amira Dermas. That’s what she said her name is. She has been shutting me down ever since this class started. Earlier this morning we bumped into each other and her juice spilled on me. I yelled at her and I get that was wrong and not very gentleman like. But then she basically embarrassed me in the cafeteria. And honestly no girl or no one in school in general has ever spoken to me like that before. Except Rachel, but she doesn’t count as she is my girlfriend. I was shocked, and so were my friends. I thought to myself -“Does she not know who I am?” – But now I know that she is new in school. Who even goes to a new school in senior year?

Math is one of my favourite subjects, so I like to be on time to get settled. I was late to the class because of her, then got yelled at my Mrs. Anderson- again which had never happened before.

There are lots of brilliant people in my classes, but none of them like to challenge me and it made school a bit boring if you ask me.

However, this Amira Dermas seems to be enjoying challenging me. At this point, I both hate it and am intrigued at the same time.

I look around the class to find out that I am not the only one shocked. I look at my friends, but they shrug their shoulders, smiling, entertained as well. I turn my attention back to the teacher.

“Okay class, if the length of the rectangle is 4 times its width and its area is 16. What is its perimeter? Mrs. Anderson

It took less than a minute for me to solve the question, but there was no one trying to to answer it, so I just did.

“Okay if no one knows the answer, I’ll just answer it.”

“Modest much.” I hear Amira say

I turn to her to see her smirking. I decided to ignore her. “The answer is 10.”

Meeh. A buzzing sound is made in class. I turn to the one and only, because I know it is her.

She chuckles

“Amira did you have something to say?” Mrs. Anderson asks

“Yes I believe I do. I’m afraid the answer is wrong.”

“The answer is correct.” I defend myself.

She turns to me to speak. “You’ve had our turn, now it’s mine.”

I sigh shutting up.

“As I was saying the answer is wrong. The question is to find the perimeter, not the perimeter. So that means after finding the area. You would have to multiply the answer the answer by 2, meaning the answer is 20 and not 10… It’s pretty simple.”

“Thank you Miss Dermas. That is very correct.”

She looks at me and her smug face pisses me off, because I know that she is correct. Damn I hate being wrong.

“Impressive for a first day.” The teacher says to her

She bows as if to say thank you.

I just roll my eyes ignoring her.

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AMIRA

After my first two classes, I have a free period, so I take a walk to just know my way around and the surroundings. Right now I'm seeing a gym ahead, but I hear a wonderful voice and the sound of a guitar. I walk down further and watch. It's a guy singing, wow there are so many Greek gods in this school. Now I forgive my mother for bringing me to the school. I walk into the music room where he is and try to stay quiet until I hit something I swear wasn't there before I walked in, and disturb the guy from his wonder.

The music stops and he looks up from his guitar to look at who disturbed his peace.

"I am so sorry. Please continue that was beautiful." I tell him

He chuckles. This is so embarrassing honestly.

"You thought it was nice?" he asks

"Definitely, that was awesome." I walk further to meet him.

"I'm Amira." I bring out my hand to shake his. He takes it and replies.

"Oh... I know who you are."

"You... do?" okay

"Yes I do. You were in my math class earlier." We're still holding hands. He is staring at me with his blue eyes. This couldn't get more awkward for me.

"Oh okay. That means you saw what happened in that class." I ask smiling

"Definitely. It was very awkward for my friend, but for the rest of us it was funny as hell." Friend? Is he talking about that guy? I take my hand out of his hand. He notices something is wrong. Maybe my face, I have no control over my facial expression... it's a gift from my fairy god mother.

"Jonathan is the guy from the class. He is my best friend." he says smiling just making things clear for me.

"Oh. I didn't know someone that rude and childish was capable of having friends." I say rolling my eyes

"Yeah well he does." Damn this dude stares. And it's not that gross staring that's extremely rude; no it's the kind that makes you want to melt. I have to stop staring back, before this becomes more awkward again.

"So music?" I'm trying to kill the silence "What other instrument do you play?" I ask looking at the other instruments. There’s a tuber, a grand piano and a normal keyboard. There are some other stuff, but don't have the time to start mentioning them all.

"I play the piano as well. Do you want me to play you something?" he gets up and walks to the grand piano. I follow him and sit beside him.

"Sure, but you haven't told me your name yet."

"It's Charlie."

"That's cute." I giggle

"Not funny. Of all the names in the world that my parents could have picked for me, they chose this one." he says like he is frustrated.

I laugh a little before replying. "It's not that bad."

"Yeah yeah. What song do you want me to play for you?" he asks me strumming the guitar.

"I didn't know I was supposed to choose. Okay, um... okay talking to the moon by Bruno Mars."

"I might know that one." he says

"I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away... I want you back, I want you back

My neighbour’s think I'm crazy, but they don't understand

You're all I have, all I have

At night when the stars light on my room

I sit by myself...

Talking to the moon

Tryna' to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Oh am I a fool who sits alone

Talking to the moon?

I'm feeling like I'm famous

The talk of the town

They say I've gone mad, I've gone mad

But they don't know what I know

Cause when the sun goes down, someone's talking back

Yeah they're talking back

At night when the light on my room I sit by myself

Talking to the moon

Tryna' to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side

Talking to me too

Oh am I a fool who sits alone

Talking to the moon?

Do you ever hear me calling?

Cause every night

I'm talking to the moon

Still tryn' get to you

In hopes you're on the other side

Talking to me too

Oh am I a fool who sits alone

Talking to the moon?

I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away

He is done singing. I cannot keep my eyes off of him. He is like all those guys that only exist in books, but no... He is here, in my world. He sang for me and we've only known each other for like what, five minutes.

"So... what did you think?" he asks me smiling wide.

I take a deep breath before answering him. "You are amazing. And I cannot believe that you just sang for a total stranger."

"My friends laugh at me when I sing." We both laugh.

"Well I guess the joke is on them because you have talent." I check the time and it's time for my next class.

"I have to go." I stand up and take my bag from the floor.

He gets up too, takes his things and catches up to me. "Let me walk you. What class do you have next?" He asks

"History." I tell him.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Make sure to vote and comment please!! So I finally changed the 3rd person narrative to Jonathan's POV. I should have done that a long time ago, but it's done now. Tell me what you all think about it.