(Author’s POV)
"Hey, where’s the newbie?" Perry tapped on a random girl’s shoulder and asked.
"The handsome one? Ma’am took him to his designated class," she told them. "Which one, which one?" Perry followed with another question; her tone filled with eagerness. "I don’t know," the reply came. After saying this, the girl walked away, leaving Perry disappointed. As for Amelia, she didn’t care much.
Perry smacked her thigh, "We missed the chance, shit~ ..."
"Language, Perry," Amelia scolded while looking around to see if any teacher had caught on. She then pulled her friend and said, "If we are done here, let’s go back to the class. Ms. Doull will have our necks otherwise."
"Nahhh~ ... she will only have my neck. After all, you are her favourite student. She won’t utter a word to you." Perry muttered, letting herself be dragged on by her friend.
As they neared their class, a flock of three or four birds, or rather girls, were gathered in the corridor, grabbing their attention. "Aren’t they from the senior year? What are they gawking at inside our class?" Perry commented.
Amelia didn’t say anything as they kept on walking. The girls were blocking the way, so she said, "Excuse me, let us pass through. Excuse me~" her tone polite and respectful.
They managed to get past the flock somehow. When they reached the entrance, Perry couldn’t help but cuss out, her eyes widening, "HOLY ... SHIT ..." This time, Amelia didn’t scold her or even stop her. She, too, was in shock, staring at the person before them.
Ms. Janet Doull, their homeroom teacher, saw Amelia and said, "Amelia, you are here. Come inside. You too, Perry."
Perry started to walk, but she halted her steps midway when she noticed her friend hadn’t moved an inch. She glanced back to find Amelia rooted to her spot, her eyes dilated. Perry called out, "Lia, what are you standing there for. Ms. Doull is calling."
Amelia snapped out of her shocking state and finally entered the class. Ms. Doull gestured for Perry to take her seat while she asked Amelia, "Amelia, this is Denver Brooks, your new classmate. As the class representative, help him settle in and look after him." She instructed, her voice soft yet firm. "Now, you two may take your respective seats." After saying her piece, she departed the class.
The guy named Denver didn’t give a single glance in Amelia’s direction and straight away walked towards the end, taking his seat. Amelia was left dumbfounded by the sheer ignorance as her gaze followed him. ’This guy? Isn’t he~ ... isn’t he the one I saw at the party? I thought the way he carried himself and talked to the elders made him seem like an older guy. What is he doing here?’ She thought. ’Was he of my age?’
"Class Rep~ ..." someone called out. "Amelia, Amelia Clinton~ ..."
For the second time, Amelia pulled herself out of her thoughts and back to reality. She asked, "Yes, what do you want, Justin?"


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