Justin’s POV
My mom turns off her truck's engine at the school park, waiting for me to get out. I don’t want to, I’m having a funky feeling about this school.
“Please, Justin get out of my car. You don’t want me to be late for my first day of work.”
“I can come to work with you.”
“I’m working for you to have a better life and go to a good school like this one.”
“I really don’t think changing my school will make it anymore easy for me”.
“Yes, it will, Justin. On the bright side, you will be “the new girl”.
“I’ve been the new girl all my life”.
“Just get the f**k out of my car, I’ve got work to do, remember we need money for the house we are staying in and food to eat. I love you”.
I’ve been to four schools all my sixteen years of living on this depressing, fascinating planet and it’s the same as always.
Awkward looks from everyone, side muttering, girls giggling at what only f**k knows. I don’t really care, I know how to deal with all sides of a teenager. It’s my superpower.
I went straight to the principal's office, it wasn’t hard to find.
“Welcome Miss Justin Reyes, this is your home room teacher, Mrs Smith. If you need anything, don’t be a stranger.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
I turn to Mrs Smith, she is really beautiful and she smells nice too.
“So, Miss Justin Reyes, I hope you’re not the type to parade around the school with bad grades.”
She didn’t sound like she was asking a question, and I don’t like to be close to my teachers. Students will think my good grades are coming from their generosity.
“It’s Justin, ma’am.”
I tell her, trying not to prolong whatever conversation she’s trying to stir up.
We got to class, I stood outside for a while as Mrs Smith put the class in order, she’s a disciplinarian I must say.
“Please come in.”
I walked into the class and stood by her side. It’s the same way and format of introduction at every new school that I have been to.
I would be asked to say my name, what I like, and if I’m friendly or not. I would say I’m friendly but will end up with one nosy friend who would backstab me.
To my surprise, Mrs Smith did the introduction for me. I guess she thought I wouldn’t want to.
“There, go sit close to Arthur, he will help you catch up with us.”
I turned to find this fine, good-looking, handsome guy staring at me, but immediately Mrs Smith directed me to the seat beside him, he stared deep into her eyes and she changed my seat.
“Or you can meet during lunch break, whatever works for you.”
Yeah, I don’t think I would want to sit with him after that.
I was walking to the seat I was given, and this guy was still staring at me. Maybe he knows me from somewhere, or do I have something on my face?
“You have the most epic green eyes I have ever seen.”
I turn to say a pretty girl, I think I just got myself a nosy friend, I’m always nice to them but I keep my distance.
“Thanks, I’m Justin.”
I tell her, not to be rude.
“I heard, I’m Aria.”
We stop the conversation. I was trying really hard to focus on what the teacher was saying but the way this guy was looking at me, it was intense.
The bell goes off and it’s lunch time. I picked some stuff from the cafeteria and was about to head off to the break room.
“Hey Justin, come sit with me.”
It’s Aria, she acts differently and is honest but I can’t trust her.
“It’s fine Aria, go meet your friends.”
“Come on, they wouldn’t even notice that I’m gone, here, let’s sit here.”
Aria takes my hand and leads me to an empty table in the break room, and then I overheard some girls talking, definitely about me.
“That’s the new girl Arthur was staring at.”
“So what? Not like he can just find her attractive on her first day, right?”
“Oh don’t worry, he has eyes only for you.”
I chuckled and sat down, Aria joined me.
“Don’t mind them, that’s what they always do when a new girl comes in. They always try to help us feel belittled.”
I laugh at Aria’s statement, she doesn’t seem to like them or even the type to roll with them. Maybe she’s not been nosy.
“That’s not a problem for me, I know just how to handle them.”
Aria and I kept on having more fun and sensible conversations and I was growing to like her. I think I’ll keep her as a friend. It wouldn’t be that bad.
I excuse myself to go to the bathroom for a second. As I was walking down the hall, a huge hand pulled me to a disorganized, small room.
“What the f**k?!”
Before I could lash out, it was the guy, the one who was intensively staring at me.
“You?!”
“What do you want? Are you insane? Why the f**k would you draw me like I’m a piece of paper?”
“You feel like a piece of paper.”
“I’m getting the f**k out of here before I get into trouble.”
I try to get out but his strong hand stops the door from opening. I look at him, like, “What the f**k?!”
“What’s the name of your pack?”
What the f**k does he mean by that? What pack?
“What the hell are you talking about? Are you drunk? Or high?”
He doesn’t answer me, he just keeps staring at me like the answer was going to pop out of me.
“Why the f**k are you looking at me like that?”
“You don’t smell like one? Why am I not feeling any connection from you?”
“Are you supposed to have a connection? Is this a prank or a joke? Because what the f**k?”
I go for the door handle but he yanks me, making me stumble on his hard body. I could feel his body packs, so strong.
Someone opens the door of the room and oh f**k.
“What the hell is going on here?”