Lost

Chapter 8 : New friends

Constance arrived in her new class. Robin didn't have class with her, but it was fine. She decided to sit next to a teen boy who seemed alone.

- "Yo," said Constance.

- "Um...Hi," answered the boy with a surprised expression.

- "You're the weirdo of this class, am I wrong?"

- "I, I guess I am."

- "I'm Constance."

- "Jonathan. You always approach people like that?"

- "I don't really approach people, usually."

- "Oh, ok, why me?" frowned Jonathan.

- "My sister is friend with your brother."

- "Oh yeah? Cool, I'm glad she made new friends."

- "Yeah, me too. You take pictures?"

- "You say that because I have a camera in my hands?" lightly mocked the boy.

- "It helped," smiled the blonde teen.

- "Yeah, well, I try to take pictures, I'm not that bad, but I'm certainly not the best."

- "I'm sure you're better than what you think."

- "I don't know. You wanna see?"

- "Totally!"

The two leaned to each other, Jonathan placing the camera between them and showing Constance all his pictures. It was mostly landscapes or people of his school, but she thought it was amazing.

- "A picture can tell so much more about someone than what they pretend to be," said the boy.

- "Really? What can you say about me?"

Jonathan took a picture of the girl, blinding her, before looking closely at it.

- "So?" asked Constance.

- "Well, you're ready?"

- "It's gonna be hard but I think I'll survive."

- "Well, you smile like if you wanted to hide your real emotions, not wanting people to use them against you or your little sister."

- "(nods) That's all?"

- "Um, yeah, I mean, you want me to make you cry?" chuckled Jonathan.

- "I don't know, you sold me this like if you could read in people's mind! I was expecting more, I'm disappointed," explained the blonde teen with a joking tone.

- "Don't worry, when I'm able to do that, you'll be the first one to know it."

- "I hope!"

The two friends chuckled. The teacher entering the room cut them in their conversation. It was history, and Constance wasn't very good at this, it was why she didn't learn much things to Jane about history. She didn't like it, it was like living in the past, and she didn't want to live in her past, too shitty.

The bell rang, enabling the teens to leave their classroom. On their way they met Robin with a boy with black hair.

- "Hey Constance, you made a new friend?" smiled Robin.

- "Yeah, it's Jonathan, but you certainly already each other."

- "Not that much, but maybe it's the opportunity to know better each other. Um, this is Steve, previously King Steve."

- "King Steve? What a funny nickname!"

- "I prefer calling him moron, it fits better."

- "Kinda cool. What happened to King Steve?" frowned Constance.