Uncharted bonds

Ch-2

One day, I arrived at school earlier than usual. My dad had dropped me off at the entrance, and that's when I noticed Kate's cousin. We were in the same class, but since I had transferred recently, we hadn't interacted before. He was walking ahead of me, and it seemed like he hadn't noticed me as I followed behind. But as I turned a corner, I suddenly encountered Kate coming my way. I was taken aback, wondering how she knew I was there. As it turns out, her cousin, who had been ahead of me, had informed her of my presence at the entrance. It was oddly surprising that he had paid much attention to me, but I didn't dwell on it much. I've never been one to notice who's noticing me. Plus, being from a different school, not many students were familiar with me in 11th grade, Attending school was a bit sporadic for me during that year due to some health issues.

After spotting each other, Kate and I walked to class together. I didn't bring up her presence at the entrance since I was already aware of it. The classroom felt surprisingly tranquil, leading me to question the rumors that had shrouded our class's reputation.

As I pondered, a particular scene caught my attention, one that inadvertently involved me. I was heading toward the canteen during lunch break, with my friends a little ahead of me. Just as I exited the classroom, a boy abruptly intercepted the path of the girl walking in front of me. While it was evident they knew each other, his action was far from appropriate for a school setting. Coming from a background of strict rules, where even talking to boys was regulated, witnessing this left me both bewildered and intrigued.

The girl, seemingly caught off guard, demanded to be released, but the boy was insistent on keeping her there until she addressed his query. They had unknowingly blocked my way, and I found myself caught between them. My friends were waiting in the canteen, and I was torn between joining them and facing this unforeseen confrontation.

Feeling a surge of determination, I decided to speak up for myself. 'Excuse me,' I asserted, 'but can't you see that you're blocking the entrance? People need to pass through.' The girl at the center of this situation wanted out, and it was time someone voiced the inconvenience caused by their confrontation so I said also let her go Unintentionally, I had made myself the focal point of this escalating situation.

To my surprise, the boy's gaze shifted from the girl to me, and I found myself the target of his attention. He was one of the boys from the class. Alongside him, another student who was usually found dozing off during class was surprisingly awake and engaged. The boy, whom I didn't yet know by name, continued to clasp the girl's hand, his expression a mix of defiance and annoyance. He locked his eyes onto mine and retorted, 'This is none of your business and just pass through some other exit.