Noah POV
I was finally a senior in high school! I had awaited this day for far too long. See, the thing is, I grew up in England right? Well, I had been interested in fashion design for as long as I could remember. Pretty gay, I know...but hey, if the shoe fits! Back to my point, there was this incredible arts school in New York City for high school students. I had begged my Dads for years to enroll me, but they thought I wasn't, and I quote, "mature enough to be alone in a foreign country"...major eye roll. They told me if I showed an improvement in my grades I could enroll for my senior year. Let me tell you, I've never studied harder in my life.
So here I was, in New York, seventeen years old, about to enter my first class. I took a deep breath as I entered the large lecture hall, finding a seat amongst the small crowd of students. When the teacher walked in, we all hid our phones, alerting our attention. She was young, or at least looked it with her amazing style and gorgeous brown hair.
"Hey, is this Introduction to Fashion and Design?" A voice whispered from the aisle beside me. I peered up to find a boy, probably a few years younger than me, smiling nervously. He had piercing blue eyes, dyed jet black hair and gages. Dammit I think he was taller than me too. Cute.
"Dude?" He shook me out of my trance. "Oh, yeah..sorry." I smiled. Awkward. The boy then took the seat right next to mine, shuffling in his backpack for a notebook and pen. "Alright class, welcome to Fashion and Design. I will be your teacher for the semester. My name is Eleanor Calder, please take out a pen and sheet of paper." The teacher began.
Crap, how could I forget a pen! I turned towards the blue eyed boy next to me and sheepishly gave a grin. "Um, do you have a pen I could borrow?" I asked nervously. He shook his head smiling before handing one over to me. "How could you forget the one thing you need in school, Potter?" He laughed.
"Potter?" I questioned. "Yeah, cause like, you're British?" He looked at me like I had four heads. Yeah, no shit bro. He's lucky he's attractive. "My name is Noah. Noah Tomlinson." I winked at him, in a lame attempt at flirting. His face turned an adorable shade of red, as he reached his hand out to shake mine. I swear I could see fireworks go off in the distance, and a gospel choir singing their praises as our hands met. "My name is Sydney." He introduced himself.
"Sydney Hemmings."
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