Don't Forget Where You Belong

I quickly walked through the classroom, not to avoid stares and glances, but just so I could have my seat. Cassandra Hart always takes in in spite of me. When I actually do get my seat, she'll just smirk at me as she walks past me. It's like she just wants to race here so I can have my seat in home room.

I put my things in the empty seat next to me and pull an old composition notebook I keep as a journal out of my backpack.

Everyone here hates me. I don't know why, they just do. I feel that my parents hate me because they're barely home. My only friends are Zayn and Jess from next door, but I do need a friend my age, you know? I don't understa--

My writing was interrupted by the teacher calling my name. Well, she wasn't actually calling me out, she was saying my name loudly and was pointing over to me; she was pointing at me.

"You can take that seat next to Gwendolyn. She's the blonde one over there in the back." Ms. Fitch pointed to me. Next to her stood a boy, an attractive one. He stood about five-foot-eight-or-nine. Not much taller than her. His hair was an almost-light brown and long for an average boy here, and it was styled messily perfect.

Wait. Is she sitting him next to me? No, don't do that. He'll probably want to talk to me, then I'll make a fool of myself, then he'll think I'm weird loser just like everyone else.

I stare down at my notebook to avoid locking eyes with him. I don't want to deal with another put down.

"So your name must be Gwen, right?" He had an English accent.

I cringed at the use of the shortened nickname. My dad used to call me that, and I hated it. I still do. I close my notebook ad look up at him. His eyes were such a happy blue. I'm envious.

"Gwendolyn." I corrected him as I moved my things out of the desk next to mine and put them under mine next to my feet.

"I'm Louis," He said with a bright smile. His bright aura contradicted my dark one. We were practically white against black. I nodded and stared down at my notebook again. "You're not very talkative, are you?"

"Not real--"

"Hi! I'm Cassandra," Cassandra's annoying, high pitched, way-too-happy voice interrupted. "and you are?"

She leaned against his desk and supported herself on her elbows; she supported her chin in her hands and I swear she batted her brown eyes at him. "Louis." He smiled kindly, but said monotonously.

"Well hello, Louis." She beamed. "Do you mind if I take a look at your schedule?" She placed her hand on the half folded piece of paper on his desk.

"Sure..." He trailed off, looking at me. His voice said, "Creeper alert!", but his face said, "Help me!"

I shrugged and went about stuffing my notebook into my backpack. I'll just have to finish my entry when I get home.

"Ooh! We have next class with each other! Hey, after class you can walk with me so you won't get lost!" Ew.

"Actually, I can get there just fine by myself. I went to the open-house last weekend, he answered nonchalantly. "But thanks."

"Anytime." She said calmly as she scowled at me and walked away. Oh yeah, like I totally had something to do with it.

"I actually have no idea where I'm going next period. I just didn't want her coming with me." He whispered to me.

I giggled. I actually giggled. "I'd do the same." I say.

"Maybe you could show me around," He handed me his schedule. "if you want to."

I skimmed over the paper. We had most of our classes with each other except for the last two after lunch. Cool.

"Sure." I smiled, giving him back the paper.

The tardy bell rang and Ms. Fitch stepped into the room from the hallway. "Alright class, today we have a new student today." Yeah, we figured that out when a person we've never seen in our life just randomly showed up with a backpack and took a seat in the class. "His name is Louis and he came all the way from Doncaster, England. Please, everyone make him feel at home during his time here in California."

Everyone turned and looked at him. Ew. Attention. Just everyone looking at him made me feel like they were looking at me because he was next to me

"Hey, I'm Blake." Blake Harville turns around in his seat in front of me and greets Louis.

"Louis." As if Ms. Fitch didn't say his name less than ten seconds ago.

"Tell me something; do you like soccer?" Ugh. Shoot me now.

"Yeah, I used to play back home, but we call it football there." Duh, everyone knows that.

"What position were you?"

"Just a midfielder." Ugh, nobody cares.

Okay, so I may be a little bitchy. But hey, at least I'm not Cassandra Hart.

Notes

Whoa, so that's the first chapter. It might be a while before I update again, but hey. It's something to start off with.

Tell me what you think, okay?

-xx Amanda