• Will's POV •
I fucking hate that Jordan kid. He's an asshole. I started to blend in with the other kids, leaving him behind me. Well, not exactly blending in. I am over 6 foot tall. How can I be this tall and Jordan still makes me feel so small? God. I scanned the tops of the doorways again, looking for my next room. I have to admit, it was harder to find without Jordan's slight directions. I saw a girl standing by her locker, looking down at her phone.
"Excuse me?" I asked her. She looked up at me. She was pretty.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"Can you help me find this class? I'm new h-"
"Are you British?" She asked. I am starting to get really annoyed with these American kids asking me if I'm British. Why is that so strange?
"Yeah," I said. She smiled at me and grabbed my schedule.
"Oh, it's right down the hall. I actually have her next period too. I'll walk you there" she said. I tried to return her smile but I failed, giving her a small smirk instead. She wore heels that brought her up to my shoulder yet she walked with more grace than I did. "Oh, what's your name?" She asked, turning towards me as she walked.
"Will," I said. She smiled even more if that was possible.
"I'm Victoria," she said. And then she motioned to the number above the door. "139" she said with a smile. I walked in behind her and looked around. I'm glad Jordan isn't in this cla-
"Hey, Crumpet!" Jordan exclaimed as he walked into the room.
"Are you in all of my god damn classes?" I asked, taking a seat next to Victoria. Jordan stopped and looked at both of us.
"Hey, Jordan! Have you met, Will?" She asked.
"I'm showing him around" he said. Victoria looked confused.
"But-"
"How do you know Will?" Jordan asked Victoria.
"I helped him to this class. I guess you're not doing your job very well" she said. Jordan's jaw clenched and it made me laugh.
"Hey, Crumpet? Can I talk to you for a second?" Jordan asked in a mockingly sweet tone.
"Will you stop fucking calling me Crumpet?" I asked, turning to look at him. He nodded but he had a smug smile on his face. I stood up and walked to the back of the room with him. There wasn't even a teacher in the room yet. "What do you want?" I asked him, crossing my arms.
"Prom" he said simply.
"What?"
"I want you to go to prom with me"
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Ethereal - a kiani au
Fanfictionethereal (adj.) extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world [completed]