The beginning
Julia
Charlotte and I walk into school together as we always do. Charlotte asks, "What do we have first period again?" "A double hour of German; it makes me want to shoot myself," I reply. "Jesus Christ, I want to die already. If I would just be seated next to you, it'd be fine, but noo I'm next to that bitchy ass Caithlynn. I hate her so much; like, why does she breathe so loud, you know? Like, it's not necessary."
"Can you please for once shut the fuck up about Caithlynn? Like, we all know you're in love with her." I say teasingly. She looks at me like I shot her dog. As we're walking to German, I spot my man. Well, he's not technically my man, but whatever, like, I have a humongous crush on him, and we constantly get shipped. But he's not my man. Anyways, I'm rambling on. I also spot Chris and Midas laughing at someone who fell down the stairs.
As I look at the girl who fell, I feel shocked. "That's me; I know her. How did she? Are you okay?" I say all of that in 5 seconds. She looks up and almost cries out of embarrassment. It's Eva from my English class; she's like the only normal person in that class.
I make sure she's okay before I continue walking. I spot Lynn, Jennifer, and Victoria; I quickly walk towards them since I've lost Charlotte and I look like a loner. She doesn't like Lynn Jennifer or Victoria, she keeps telling me she'd be soooo happy if the fallout of the "Gossip" happened; that's our name together, the five of us. Lynn is "the smart one"; Jennifer is "the fashion icon"; Victoria is "the generally nice one"; Charlotte is "the lesbian"; and me-I'm not sure who I'd be in one of those high school movies, but whatever. Probably the hopeless romantic or, you know, the mentally unstable one.
I'm known for 3 things at this school: having rumors of me and Thomas, me throwing up my food in the bathroom stalls every day for 2 years from 7th to 8th grade, and trying to kill myself. Not the best things to be known for, to be honest. Whenever I wear something with short sleeves, all people can look at are my scars. I hate it.
We apparently have a new seating chart, which is great. I hate it. I was sitting next to Victoria at first, but I guess not anymore. Now I'm sitting next to Thomas, and there are even more rumors. Before the Christmas break we texted A LOT. So rumors came out that we had a thing; we unfortunately don't. There's no fucking way on earth that he would like me.
Thomas
I walk into class, seeing a new seating plan. YESSSSSS, I'm next to Julia, my one and true love. She doesn't know it, but I like her so much it hurts. I love the way her curls bounce when she walks, the mole on her lip that's so cute, her brown eyes that are to die for, and I even like the death glares she gives anyone who stares at her arms. I love all of her.
"You're so lucky to be sitting next to me, you know," I say to her; she already looks annoyed. Fuck. "Is that so? Why would I be lucky to sit next to you?" "Because you are failing German and I'm not." I say with a grin on my face.
The rest of class goes pretty okay; we don't really speak anymore, but I can see she's nervous. When she's nervous she starts touching her necklace or her clear stone. Her necklace is so pretty; I love it so much; it opens up and closes. One time I touched it in design; I was playing with it the whole period. I also accidentally touched her boob. I mumbled a quick sorry, and she looked at me—I mean, really looked at me. That was the first time I noticed her eyes. They're a pretty dark brown with all these cool brown rings in it.
Chris
"Yes, we have a new seating plan, finally," I say to Midas. He replies, "Yes, finally! I was so done with sitting next to that girl; I mean, she doesn't even talk. Is she afraid of me or something?" Even better, we're sitting next to each other.