Chapter 2: Who is Carlen?

I am walking inside the Biology Class. I find people as motivated as ever. It's the first day so I expected as much. 

Chelsea and I sat at our desk near the window. I usually sit on the second bench from the front near the window. The trick is to divert my mind during any boring talks and hyper-focus when important topics are going on, and window seats are perfect for that. 

However, here's the thing. Something happened, and the principal used the radio network to communicate. 

Suddenly, the speaker in our classroom says," The sitting arrangement of each class will be selected based on tokens, the subject teacher will bring up a box to choose from, and based on that you will be seated. I request every student to stand outside the room in the corridor if the respected teacher has not arrived yet. This is one of the rules of the school that are changed this year."

Disgusting. 

I felt all the negative emotions, but that did not last long. No sooner has the speaker announced than our biology teacher enters our classroom. 

Her name is Miss. Rose. However, if I were to pick a flower for her, it would be something other than roses. She has a bad temper most of the time unless on good days. Unluckily it is one of her bad days again. 

"Everyone stand up! And move out of the room. You will be called based on your Roll Numbers," she exclaims.

We are provided our roll number in our ID. Every year it updates. Last summer I tried to figure out the algorithm behind deciding our roll numbers, but failed miserably. 

I walk out of the classroom with Chelsea. 

"What's your roll number?" She asks.

"016, What is yours?" I say

"020," She sighs

"Hey don't worry, it's not like we will sit as per our roll numbers anyway!" I say to cheer her up.

"That's right! But we will be standing as per our roll numbers," she cries.

And soon enough there are three people in-between us.

I do not know them very well. But they are talking very loud. I am not the type of person who takes a bother in other people's interest, but that is nothing but loud. They are not talking they are SIMPING. 

Yes. Simping over the new group that decided to join the school in their senior year. 

I always wonder how people can talk about anyone without knowing them, but the new group is certainly an eye-grabber. I do not know if I said that right. To my surprise, They stood just behind me.

Great, not only am I surrounded by loud people, but now I am surrounded by the cause of the noise! Things really could not get better. 

Others lined up. I heard the names of the group standing behind me, "Carlen, Lucifer, Elara, and Aurelian." I get this information from the people standing in front of me. Who do they even know their names? 

But thank God! Now I'm not the only one who has unique names. 

Miss. Ross exclaimed," Everyone shut up!"

Yeah, I do not know if she can just use that word out of nowhere. Needless to say, we are quiet after that. 

But there are a lot of whispers, people are 'fangirling' and 'fanboying' on the new group. I am standing in front of them so I will not turn back. I thought it would be awkward since I do not know them. 

One of the front girls pushed me to see their faces. I think they are some Prince and Princess from fairytales the way people made a fuss about them. Elara is the one who saves me from a crash. And I finally look at them. 

Elara in-fact looks like a princess. You know what, like a QUEEN. She has green emerald eyes and blond hair. She looks like something out of a picture. But I know judging someone based on beauty is not right. However, call me a hypocrite but I want to admire that beauty. 

"You should not push her like that," Elara says to the girl group in front. 

"Thank you," appreciate the gesture.

The air has become tense. But the girl group has not turned their back again. And I cannot turn my back again either because I feel it will be rude. Elara just helped me. 

"You have a lot of courage knowing that you are new here," I say to her. It is pure honesty. To think that you will go against the people to save the one in need when you are new seems heroic to me.

"I certainly do not like rude behavior, my name is Elara… Elara Virelle. What about you?"

"Rinette," I say.

"No surname?" Elara asks out of curiosity

"No," I say. Even if I have a surname, I do not know that. My adoptive parents only know my first name. Kind of bizarre I know, but what can I do anyway. 

"Well that is a first," says a boy. I know the names, but I do not know who is who if that makes sense. Elara is the only girl out of that group so it is easy to assume.

"Shut up, you are making her nervous, Carlen," says Elara. 

"I do not mind that," I say.

"Why?" Carlen asks.

"Why you ask? Well, would you ever ponder over a thing you have no control over?"

"I see," he says ending the conversation. 

The girls in the line started to look at him. I can assure myself that they have fallen even harder after that voice. He has dark wavy hair, slightly messy but styled. Sharp eyes with a cold but elegant expression, that's all I saw for now. He seems to be nonchalant a bit. 

"You are popular already, Carly-" says Aurelian.

Blond hair, a bit long I shall say with yellow piercing eyes.

"Shut up," Carlen says coldly. 

The line starts to move, and I finally get the opportunity to look to my front without making it awkward. But while I have done that my eyes meet the entire group, and something in me feels obscure. 

For some uncanny reason, I start to wonder… who is Carlen? And I do not know why I want to know more about him, and the new group.