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ʟᴏᴏᴋɪꜱᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ-  21 ; 22 

Was (Y/N) (L/N) only going to school to see a guy? Yes. She patiently waited for the train to arrive, sort of nervous for her first day. Even though she had been 'attending' for the past week. She stepped on, seeing that it was quite crowded. 'Damn... maybe I should have left earlier?'

She noticed an empty seat next to a boy in a pink hoodie. He was writing something down. (Y/N) immediately sighed, figuring out pretty quickly why no one sat next to him. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

The boy whipped his head up. The question had surprised both him and the two girls whispering behind him. Why was such a beautiful girl going to sit beside him? "U-um," The boy began, face turning pink, "No, it's not."

"Perfect." She responded, taking off her yellow bag off her back and sitting down. She held it in front of her, sneakily peaking at what he was writing. "Oh, cool! Are those lyrics for a song?"

The boy froze, "Oh— just rough notes. But, yes."

"That's awesome. I could never think of lyrics for songs. I only mix songs in my free time." She said, smiling at the boy. Suddenly becoming an extrovert. "You must be pretty creative."

"Um- I guess. Although the industry is pretty tough." The boy said again, feeling awfully down again. His face sank and (Y/N)'s heart broke.

"Don't worry! If you keep working hard, they will have to recognize you. This world is not made for the soft or weak of heart and I can tell that you are neither of those." The girl grinned, before noticing the platform they were approaching. "This is my stop." She said, getting up.

The boy got up as well, sweating profusely. "It's mine too. I go to J High."

"No way! Me too. I'm in the fashion Department. I'm (Y/N), what's your name?"

"I'm in the Vocal and Dance Department. I'm Duke." He said, timidly shaking her hand as they stood in front of J High after a short walk in comfortable silence. 

"It's nice to meet you, Duke. I'll see you around." 

Walking up to class, (Y/N) heard people whisper about her as she walked past. 

'Wow, she's pretty.'
'Is she new?'
'No, I think she was here last year.'
'She is in Fashion, look at her customized uniform.'
'Why does Fashion always get pretty girls?'

She smirked at the comments, letting them inflate her ego to deal with the day ahead. Walking past a trophy cabinet, (Y/N) wasted no time in checking herself out. She wore a normal school uniform skirt, with her new custom Nike blazers. Of course, she had her signature jacket over her uniform.