Over Again

Chloe and I meet up with Ashley with our old habits, and find our way to our homeroom after hanging our bags, and everything in them, cause we haven't been assigned lockers yet. I look around to maybe catch a glimpse of one of the boys I say today, but no luck. Just as I'm coming back from the bathroom, I bump into someone, and drop all their books- must be new, I guess.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Here, I'll help you... Sorry, I just wasn't loo-"
I look up, seeing that this boy was so cute. He had blonde hair, and a grin on his face. "Oh no, don't apologize. It's all good." He says, the corners of eyes, a pretty blue, crinkling. "Oh hey, I'm Niall... New here. And you are?" he says, sweetly. He's already gathered everything up
I realize he's one of the boys from this morning...
" Hey. I'm Jenna." I quickly say, looking at the ground. I think I'm blushing. Oh God, please let me not be. Please let my naturally tanned skin save the day. Please.
"So, what grade are you in? And which homeroom?" , he says, easily. He must be really easy with talking to random people. MUCH unlike me...
" Grade 9. In homeroom," I pause, remembering, "9SG' God, could I speak any quieter?
"Oh hey! We're in the same homeroom!" He says, looking happy, and reaching for a high five.
I hesitate, not exactly most comfortable in situations like these, but nonetheless, reach up my hand a slap it to his, making a clap sound, shyly. It wasn't with a lot of power, unlike I would with my friends, but it was a start. He was just about to say something when someone comes up behind his shoulder and goes, "Hey man!" I look up to see that it was the guy who smiled at me. Oh God... Why do they all have to be so cute? And nice?
Niall says, "Hey Harry, this is Jenna. Jenna, Harry."
"Hey" Harry says to me. "Come, meet the others!." Confused for a second, I suppose he means for me to follow him, because Niall starts walking in the same direction. I start to follow. I see the other three guys from the main foyer. I notice that their accents were... British? I think so. But Niall's... I tried to place it, but gave up on the thought when Harry pointed me too another guy, with tan skin, like mine, with dark brown, almost black hair. He also had small stubble. He smiled up shyly and said hi, like the others did. The one with the tan skin was Zayn, Harry told me. Niall told him to come with him, and they started talking on the side, politely waiting for the rest to finish. He introduced me to another one, Louis. I immediately noticed his red jeans. So cute!! He grinned at me, saying "Hey! I'm Louis. And you're Jenna.", he said, not a question, but I nodded anyway. Louis leaned against the lockers when Harry, showing his dimples again, introduced me to Liam. He too was shy, and had his hands shoved in the pockets of his black hoodie. "Hey. I'm Liam." He said in a gentle and shy tone, but sweet, nonetheless. I smiled and introduced myself too. Then, Harry said "Hey let's go you two shybirds! Boys, lets go." I was surprised when all the boys came in the same homeroom. I looked around for Chloe and Ashley on one of the three desk seats, but instead found them on the two. Ashley made the sign to go and sit with one of the boys, and both of them giggled.
Oh. My. God.
I swear I could kill the two of them right now!!! Because there were five boys, Niall came up to me, looking a little bit blushy and asked, "Hey. Do you mind if I sit with you?" I accepted his offer, hoping I wasn't blushing, looking at the ground, as I sat down next to Niall. I shot daggers with my eyes to Chloe and Ashley. They knew I was shy. When they realized I was, they just burst into another fit of giggles. That was just when I noticed the rest of the boys laughing too, looking at Niall, whose face I couldn't see. I heard them, but only slightly. Louis said, "Niall likes her!! Oooh!", and Harry agreed. That was exactly when Zayn said " Oh shuttup Haz. And you too Lou. As if you don't. You guys were as red as tomatoes speaking to her!"
That's when the teacher started talking.
But I wasn't exactly paying attention.
They COULDN"T have been talking about me, right? It had to be someone else. Or even if it WAS me, they must be being sarcastic. After all, I was Jenna River. I was, well, ME.

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