YOU AND I

This school is so weird. At least it was for me. I mean it took about half an hour for me to find the office itself. In which school would someone have their office at the fourth floor? Wasn’t office supposed to be like the first thing you are supposed to see when you enter a school? And the office lady there was sneezing like every freaking minute. And it took another half an hour for her to get my timetable.

The students there actually gathered at the hallway when the school bell rang. Was it even a high school?, I doubted. Well, I had no choice, so I lined up too. I stood behind a guy. He was actually very talkative. Not to be judgmental, but he didn’t even keep his mouth shut for one second. He was talking to another guy who for some reason couldn’t stop smiling. Bffs, I figured. Because of them, I missed half of the speech. Anyways, it was mostly a welcome-back-to-school speech.

Then, the smiling guy caught me staring at him and his friend . However, before he could say something the speech ended and the crowd cleared. And I went on a search for my locker. It was written on my timetable there that no 59 was my locker and where I was standing the locker was no 112. Great, I wonder how long it was going to take for this one. When I was about to go on searching for my locker, I felt someone tapping my shoulder. Curious as to who it was I turned around and to my absolute horror it was the smiling guy.

“Hey, remember me? You were standing behind me and my friend at the hallway earlier?” he asked still smiling. I slowly nodded and smiled back nervously. I mean I didn’t even know this guy. I just stared at him for a few minutes and he caught me staring at him. Now, for no reason he was talking to me.

‘Cool down Davina, maybe he just wants to help you as you are clearly lost,’ I told to myself trying not to freak out.

“Are you a junior? I’ve never seen you around before,” he asked.

“Umm no. New admission. Last year,” I actually managed to find my voice.

“Oh, really? A new senior. Welcome to Weinsteid High. I’m a senior too,” and he held out his hand, “I’m Zayn,”

“Davina,” I said, shaking his hand.

“Nice name. So need any help? You look a little bit lost, no offense,” he was clearly genuine.

“Haha, none taken. I’m lost indeed. My locker’s no 59 and I can’t seem to find it,” I said, shrugging.

“That’s because dear it’s that way,” he said pointing the opposite direction I came from, “ Just give me a minute. My clown of a friend is still grabbing his stuff and I’ll show you the way,”

“Oh no, really it’s okay. I can-,” but before I could finish my sentence his friend joined us and as I had expected it was the talkative guy.

“Kayh Zayn let’s go. I just couldn’t find-,” he stopped midsentence, “Whoa sorry, didn’t notice you had a friend,” he said seeing me.

“Nah, it’s okay. We were just waiting for you. She’s new here so I thought we could help her out,” Zayn said to his friend and I just smiled, not knowing what to say.

“Davina, meet my friend, Louis and Louis, meet our newly-joined senior, Davina,” Zayn introduced us.

“Nice meeting you, Davina,” Louis said and again I smiled. I was just terribly shy to speak. “So, can we get going then?” Louis asked and we started walking.

‘Well, I guess it’s a good thing that the people here are not as weird as the school,’ I thought to myself and smiled.

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