The girls had bugged me for the rest of lunch hour because of the new kid smiling at me. Britney had seen the look shared between him and myself from across the large room. I had to say that the teasing was quite irritating to say the least. Just because the two of us had shared a look that didn't mean that anything was ever going to happen between the two of us. Hell, we'd never even met.
I think the most irritating part was the fact that he was the only thing the girls wanted to talk about. I tried changing the topic several times but it always managed to loop right back around to the British boy with beautifully blue eyes. Why was it so important to talk about him? It's not like he's the first new guy to join our school . . .
The lunch hour dragged on forever. Listening to the four of them talk about him made my mind wander with thoughts of him. I can't ignore the feeling that has fluttered in my stomach ever since we shared a glance. I mean, I didn't want to hear about him anymore because I didn't want to feel this way when I thought about him. I kind of just wanted to completely ignore him, but at the same time I constantly felt this need to search around the room desperately searching for his eyes, his soft hair, his silhouette, him.
We were all standing in the hallway in front of the locker that both Penny and I shared. This was our typical meeting spot after lunch. We'd usually stand in a circle making small talk as we waited for the bell to ring, signalling that whatever classes we had to be at were beginning. In this moment, as we all stood in a tight circle, gripping tightly onto our various binders and textbooks we heard the bell ring.
"I have English, so I'll talk to you girls later?" Camile asks and we all nod a yes in her direction. I smile at her as she walks away.
"I have History. I'll see you after school, right?" I ask, beginning a slow walk away from them.
"We'll meet right here," Elsa says. I give her a meek smile before turning and walking away from the group.
I walked into my classroom and headed straight for my usual spot, placing my binder and textbooks onto the flat top of the desk. I sat down carefully and opened my binder to prepare myself. Hearing the door close, I looked up to find Ms. Thomas entering the classroom. Moments after she placed her things down on the desk the door opened and the new boy walked awkwardly into the room. Ms. Thomas greets him and they speak quietly for a moment. I'm unable to hear what they're saying but eventual Ms. Thomas turns towards the class.
"Everyone, this here is Louis. Louis Austin. He's come all the way from England, so let's be nice and welcome him with open arms into our class." She smiles before turning towards Louis, who's awkwardly waving at the people standing before him, us. "Did you want to say anything, Louis?" She looks down at him with eager eyes.
"Just hello," Louis says in the most adorable little voice. He turns and looks up at Ms. Thomas with the cutest smile and she gives him a light nudge, leading him to take a seat. He looked up towards the classroom and eyes up the desk two rows beside me, but not before looking towards me and giving me a small smile.
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"No homework today class, but good luck to the Nomads this evening for their soccer game!" Ms. Thomas says, "have a good weekend everyone!" She claps her hands together and the bell rings loudly.
I quickly gather my things together and make my way to the door. I don't watch where I'm going out of shyness and end up running straight into someone. I watch my binder fall to the floor and my hand instinctively reaches for it. "Don't worry love, I'll get it," a familiar voice says in my ear. I look up to find Louis' blue-green eyes looking down at me, a small smile on his face. He quickly bends down, picks my binder up and hands it to me. "Here," he says sweetly.
"Thanks," I give him a small smile.
He stuffs his one hand in his colourful jeans, "I'm Louis."
"Tarin," I say.
There's a moment of silence between us and I shuffle awkwardly in front of him. Being under his intense gaze I'm at a loss for words. "It's nice to meet you, but I have to go. I'm sorry, my friends are waiting for me."
"No worries love, I'll see you around." He smiles cutely at me before turning around and exiting the classroom. I watch him walk down the hallway, t-shirt clinging hopelessly to his back.
"Tarin!" Camile's voice calls out to me.
"Hey, you ready to see the game?" I ask her.
She smiles excitedly and we both walk in unison towards my locker. All of the girls were waiting at mine and Penny's locker and we all quickly put our things away and headed straight for the soccer fields. The bleachers had several groups of people sitting in little cliques on the hard wooden planks.
The five of us sit down in the fourth row. While waiting for the game to start we made small talk about our classes, our crushes, graduation, and of course the new kid.
After several minutes of waiting, the crowd finally quiets a little as the players begin making their debut. The players were slowly exiting from the change rooms, ready to warm up on the field. Eventually there are several players out on the field, passing the ball, stretching and running laps.
Until I see familiar sandy brown hair coming out from the change room. He turns towards the crowd.