"I'll start," she walks to the middle of the class and scans everyone in the room. "My name is Ms. Shanice, I will be your English teacher and supervisor this year. Any problems you have, don't come to me. We got a counselor for that and I definitely don't get paid enough to listen to y'all's problems," she huffs.
The class chuckles quietly and she flashes us a small smile.
"Now this school prides itself on diversity, so y'all are gonna introduce yourselves and tell us where you're from."
"Arin baby, go ahead," she nods towards a sweet-looking blonde guy.
"My name's Arin, I'm seventeen. I'm from Ireland and I love cake," he tells us.
"I'm Akshatha, you guys can just call me Ashu. Like the sneeze, I'm turning nineteen soon. I'm from India and I love anime," the tiny girl beside him speaks.
"I'm Andrea, I'm seventeen years old and I am from Spain. I love long walks on the beach and ice cream!" a long-haired, thick-accented girl says.
"Luke, eighteen. Originally from Korea but was born and raised in New York, and I love taking my girl out to the beach and treating her to some ice cream," he tells Andrea with a wink.
She giggles back and a small smile plays on my lips, everyone seems friendly so far. I pay attention to everyone and try to memorize their names, although I know I'm going to forget all of them.
"I'm Carolina, Andrea's twin sister and I love to sing!" another thick-accented girl says. "My name is Saroon, but I would like for you to call me Sandy," a girl with blue contact lenses and thick hair says. "I am from Georgia—"
"SHUT UP SAROON! EVERYONE KNOWS YOU'RE FROM KUWAIT! STOP TRYING TO BE WHITE!" Aya yells at her, causing the class to erupt in laughter and Saroon to frown so much it looks like her face is going to face a contraction.
"I'm Aya, seventeen years old. I'm from Oman and I'm perfect. I have a crush on everyone unless you're white," Aya says ever so casually. I snort at this, why is she so damn offensive?
"I'm H-Hana, I uh—" Hana starts laughing to herself. "Stop looking at me!" she tells the class.
"Everyone's looking at you cause you're speaking, Hana. Chill," Aya tells her. "I'm from Egypt and I dance," Hana finishes quickly.
Judging from the sexy chicken-squat-dance she performed for the boys at the party, I have no doubts about it.
"The name's Vicky. Eighteen, from Ukraine. I'm into painting, archery and I also DJ," a hot dark-haired girl says.
"My name's Kate, I'm from California. I'm seventeen and I love to party!" the girl Kate from the party says, damn. She really is pretty.
My heart sinks when my gaze falls onto the next person, it's Eric's girlfriend.
"Hi! I'm Isabella," she says in a sweet voice, giving the class a shy smile.
Hmph. Isabella. What kind of name is that? Who exactly does she think she is?
"I'm half Italian and half French. I'm seventeen and I love pizza—"
OH, HELL NO. First, she takes my man, now she takes my FOOD? She's obviously fake as hell.
"You okay?" Adrien whispers, I snap my gaze to him and see a concerned look on his face. He's looking at me like I'm fucking crazy. Have I been mumbling out loud? I blush.
"Huh? Uhm, yeah. I'm fine," I dismiss him.
"I'm Dustin, eighteen years old. I'm from Ghana but I was born and raised here as well. I love football and video games," the guy who was standing on the chair at the beginning of class says.
Damn, this school really is diverse.
"Dan, also known as Dany-doo and your future husband," Dan says with a goofy grin, maintaining eye-contact with me.
I look away, for fuck's sake. Everyone remains in awkward silence as he continues. "I like bathrooms. And peeing. And girls with names that mean tangerine," he says.
I sigh deeply, seeing that it's my turn. My heart sinks into my stomach in nervousness, but the words just blurt out. "Clementine, also known as the tangerine..." I mumble to myself, causing Adrien to break into a large smirk. "Um... I'm seventeen. I like cars," I shrug nervously.
"She's so cute!" Aya says a little too loudly. Adrien smirks, "Yeah, she is."
"Yeah," Eric's bitter voice cuts through, causing me to jump up in my seat. I look at him, and he doesn't look happy with Adrien's comment. What's his problem? Doesn't he have a girlfriend? I frown at him, which makes him scrunch up his face in confusion.
"I'm Eric, eighteen years old. I was born in New York but lived in LA practically my entire life," he tells the class, trying to grab my attention. I ignore his stares and look away from him.
"Um, I'm Adrien. Thanks for cutting me out, man. I'm eighteen, captain of the football team," he tells the class.
Why am I not surprised?
"Alrighty, that is everybody! Ugh... Where's Ashton?" Ms. Shanice shifts her gaze to Kate, raising her eyebrows expectedly. Kate simply shrugs her shoulders.
Ms. Shanice sighs deeply and scribbles something down on a piece of paper, "That boy's attendance gon' give me a heart attack."
The classroom door flings open. As though on cue, Ashton walks in looking as intimidating as Harvey Specter himself.
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Teen Fiction"Clementine..." his voice is gentle, as though he's reading my mind. He searches my eyes, concern seeps through his features. I swallow the lump in my throat. I don't like this display of affection. I can take care of myself, I don't need his or any...
