Nicky

I Heard the classroom door open.

I barely looked up, until the entire room went strangely quiet.

And then I saw her.

Raine.

Tall. A messy wolf cut framing her face, her uniform somehow looking effortlessly cool on her. She had that kind of face that made people look twice without even meaning to.

I rolled my eyes.

Seriously?

One new student walks in and suddenly everyone forgets how to breathe.

But then Raine glanced across the classroom.

Our eyes met for barely a second.

I frowned.

...Oh.

So she knew exactly what effect she had on people.

Great.

Another problem.

"Looks like you're also going for that new student" teases Amy

Amy smirked,"I already am"

I simply rolled my eyes and shook it off, I listen to the lecture our teacher was giving and I was bit distract by the thing I just encountered, I thought about stealing the mangoes from the backyard of our school at the lunch time, but suddenly thoughts about Raine came across, I gain my consciousness and focus myself, I looked at Amy, she was busy admiring the new student.

The class was already loud before the bell even rang.

Someone was arguing over a seat. Someone was laughing way too loudly in the back. Two people were practically fighting over a pen, while the rest were busy talking about things that had absolutely nothing to do with school.

Honestly, I didn't understand how these people survived a full school year together.

My eyes wandered around the room.

Everyone had their own little group. The loud ones. The quiet ones. The ones who acted like they owned the place.

And then there was me.

I preferred staying out of everyone's business.

At least, that's what I told myself.

Amy was friend, well yea one of my close friend Annoying, dramatic, ridiculously talkative, and somehow one of the few people I actually enjoyed having around.

She knew when I wanted silence, when I was pretending not to care, and when I was about to lose my patience.

Basically, she knew me too well.

Across the room, the rest of the class was just as chaotic. People were laughing, arguing over seats, throwing paper, and completely ignoring the fact that the teacher could walk in at any moment.

The classroom slowly returned to its usual noise.

Amy dropped into the seat beside me, still laughing about something from earlier.

“You seriously need to stop doing that,” I told her.

“Doing what?”

“Laughing like you’re about to get us both kicked out.”

She grinned. “You love me.”

“Debatable.”

She gasped dramatically and placed a hand over her heart.

“You're so mean.”

I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh.

Across the room, our other friends had already started arguing over something completely pointless.

One was complaining about homework.