UNEXPECTED

Chapter 3

He seems to have a problem because he keeps tipping something into his phone and sighing dramatically. Probably his girlfriend is annoying him.

Because, trust me... boys who look like this are always taken.

Well, it's none of my buisiness I think, while I stand up and put my hoodie on. And just as I am about to turn around and leave he suddenly turns his phone off and looks at me. Maybe he was so concentrated on whatever he was doing that he didn't even realise I was sitting here the whole time.

I look down to him and– okay let me tell you,  he is not only cute but he is extraordinarily handsome. Probably one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen.

I cannot read a specific sign of expression in his eyes when he looks at me, but I just keep staring at him and as he keeps staring at me I catch myself slowly falling for him.

Only I can fall in love with a stare... that's... hilarious.

As the stare between us is getting more intense I get a bit uncomfortable and tuck my straight hair behind my ear, just to then turn around and head to the door, ready to leave and never see him again.

"Wait," he demands politely before I take a step outside and stands up.
I try to surpress the smile on my lips.
I leave the door open and feel the breeze on my face as he walks in my direction and stops a few inches in front of me.

"Do I know you?" he asks.

My look falls on his dark brown curls, which are hanging loosely in his face. Why do they look so adorable? Imagine being his girlfriend and being able to touch his hair whenever you feel like it.

"Uhm no. You do not, I think. I'm new here." I answer in neutral tone, acting uninterested, like I do not care at all that he's talking to me.
That's what I always do. Acting uninterested when I actually like someone.

"Oh okay... are you attending PHHS?"

„Yeah. Well, to be exact, as of tomorrow I will be,"

„Really? No one transfers to our school in the mid of the semester" he states in a suspicious tone, „How come?"

I could reveal the real reason of my transfer by telling him how good my grades were, so that my headmaster decided it was time for me to attend a more demanding high school. But I would rather not be known as the real geek in school and he probably doesn't even care.

Besides, I am not even the real geek. I just kind of like studying and get good grades, that's all.

Dude, he probably doesn't even like you, what the hell are you thinking about? And more importantly, what are you still doing here? It's probably 4 am by now.

"Yeah, I don't know about that, we just moved here. Look, I gotta go I'm already way too tired" I tell him.

He stares at me kind of confused but I don't give him the chance to say another word. Instead I just open the front door and walk outside without looking back.

While walking down the street I put my airpods on and listen to some music. I don't look back. I think about what he was so annoyed of previously and what his name might be but give up a few seconds later.
Why do I even care? I will probably not even see him in school, there are about a hundred students, and it never works out. Trust me, it never. does. work. out. You like someone and then you find out that there's some kind of problem that is in the way. So why waste my time thinking about someone I'll probably won't ever talk to again.

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The next morning my alarm goes off at 6.50am and I swear to god, if death had a sound it would be this one.

I open my eyes lightly just to put my phone on snooze mode and keep sleeping.

I recently read an article which said that you should not put your alarm on snooze and get up directly but I really can't. It's like my mind tells me that I should get up and start getting ready but my body is just NOT feeling like it.
Besides, this bed is so comfortable and this pillow is so unbelievably fluffy.

About ten minutes pass and then I realize that, if I wanna attend school today, I have to get up- whether I want or not.

I get up, kind of annoyed, and walk into my bathroom.

My mood lightens up a bit when I enter it.
I literally love this bathroom. I moved into this house with my mom a few years ago and I was so happy about finally having my own bathroom. It felt so adolescent.

I designed it aesthetically and even painted the walls turquoise to give it a beachy touch, so that it looks exactly like Cleo's bathroom in 'h2o just add water'.

While I brush my teeth and wash my face I think about last night. About my brilliant idea to go to a party and pull an all-nighter on the last day before school. In retrospect, the idea was rather brainless than brilliant.

I am not really excited for senior year now but oh well I am just going to concentrate on studying, and it will all be fine.

I add a touch of concealer on the outer corner of my eyes and blend it calmly in as I walk out to grab my IPad to listen to some music.

"Dead" by Madison Beer starts playing while I use mascara and put on some lipgloss.
Done I say to myself satisfied and look into the mirror. God blessed me with full lips and a poreless skin, which is why every day I only need a few minutes to get ready.

I dress myself up in my favorite clothes, put on some jewellery and then run downstairs as fast as I can, grabbing an apple and my bag on the way to the door.

Outside I put my AirPods on again and take a bite on my apple as I walk down the same street I walked up yesterday.

It does take exactly eight minutes till I reach the school- I stopped the time once, it was in the beginning of summer break when I really wanted to know how long I'll need- and thank god I'm on time.

This is a very good sign because there is nothing, trust me - nothing - more embarrassing than being late. Oh but there is. It would be being late and being a new student at a new school.

Now there's just one more thing to do. I take out my Hollister Perfume and apply it on my neck and my wrists. I always forget to apply it at home when I am in a hurry, that's why I have a small perfume in my bag. I don't even need to smell the scent of my perfume on my wrists, since the beneficial scent of vanilla and coffee is in the air right now.

I walk into the H Building where languages are getting taught and further into the classroom H002. A few students are already in it and I decide to sit in the first row and start putting my books on the table.

A few minutes later I observe a teacher from far away, who is walking right towards the door. He is middle aged and seems kind of excited for class because he is laughing with another teacher. Loudly. Alright then, I think and mentally prepare myself for my first lesson. You got this.

Right when he has passed the door and is about to close it, someone behind him squeezes gently through and walks quickly to his seat, which is placed directly behind mine.

I turn around just like everyone else just to see that it is the boy I talked to yesterday.

You have got to be kidding me.

You can barely see his curly, dark brown hair now because it is below his dark green cap, which by the way fits perfectly his tight, dark green cord pants.

Besides he is wearing a pastel pink sweater of our school. He throws his bag to the floor and says hello to a few of his friends- I guess- before he turns to the teacher and murmurs a small "Sorry."

When he is about to open his book he discovers me- probably staring at him with my jaw dropped wide open. He just looks right into my eyes, completely fearless, with a small smile on his lips and when I feel my cheeks blushing, I turn back within a second.