Bellas pov

I squeeze the ends of my big pink hoodie and hide my hands in the sleeves. I crunch my face. Ughh. I should've worn a different colour. A pale grey one. Or a black one. One that's not that noticeable. One that doesn't catch the eye. One that just melts together with the crowd. One where I can just be vanished. NOT PINK. I don't like strangers eyes on me. I'm not the kind of girl whose an eye catcher, but still...the most people will look at a bright spot in the crowd. My hands start to sweat and I rub them on my jeans. Then I adjust my glasses and start walking towards my new high school. Yeah....it's my first day on this school. My family and I moved new to this town. This is the first time we moved away because my mom got a good job offer. And we need that money. And yep...that's the reason why we live in a small house. Which is nearly shattered so there's much work to do... I'll help my dad straight after school. I even begged my mom if I could just stay home the next few days but she strictly refused.

I enter the doorway and already many loud voices are streaming into my face. I try to hide in my hoodie and walk fast down the hallway. I don't even know where I'm walking to but there are too many people in here I've never seen! I try to run to my class....which room? In which room was my lesson?! Was it...13...room number 135! Yeah! And bamp. I wheel around. Someone was holding my arm. I was so perplexed that I just tried to pull my arm away. Then the grip tightened and I hear a deep chuckle and I feel my cheeks getting even redder. He's laughing at me! I don't dare to look up. ,,Hey!'' He laughs again ,,Look at meee'' He teases me. ,,Hey Luke, let her go, don't mess with these kind of girls'' I hear a other deep voice laughing. Probably his friend. ,,I just wanted to say that she was nearly walking against the wall!'' I hear him answering while slowly releasing my arm. Why am I like this! Can't I just react like a normal person?! Why do I have to react this anxious? I'm just making the situation even more embarrassing!!

The laughing gets quieter and quieter and I finally manage to look up. My eyes catch two bodies in the hallway walking away from my direction. Was it them? My view is stuck on one of them. I can only see their backs, but...I can't look away. It's just a back but it's beautiful. He has bright shoulders, he's tall, he has beautiful caramel shining hair. He looks as if he jumped off of a model magazine. Even his way of walking is elegant. I keep stare at him when suddenly the bell rang. Oh. I'll be late. So I continue searching my classroom and found it upstairs. I hold on the doorknob and let a heavy breath out. Everything's gonna be alright everything's gonna be alright.

I gather my "a bit existing courage" and enter the room.

Everyone was already sitting and some of them start whispering. I tried to scan the room for a empty seat as fast as I can and avoid looking in the people's faces when I hear steps behind my back. ,,Oh! Bella Jardine it's you right?" I turn around and see my teacher. A small thin man with no hair on his head. He gives me a nice smile. Ok let's do this Bella! ,,U-Uhm Yes!" ,,I'm Mr.Campbell and I'll be you tutor and history teacher. Can you introduce yourself too?" He asks while putting his leather bag on his desk. ,,But turn to your classmates please!" He mentions. Oh god. I turn around and look in the round. And...I know I can't do this...But I have to! I can't allow myself to destroy this moment otherwise I'll destroy the rest of my school life! Wait...am I overthinking?! Doesn't matter!! ,,Bella?" Mr.Campbell asks.

,,O-Oh! Yeah"

Laugher from the class. Fuck fuck fuck

,,My name is Bella!" I say with a probably tomato red face. ,,And? Only your name?" Mr.Campbell asks irritated. ,,Ehm..I'm moved from Shanklin and...I'm glad to be here" ,,Why did you move to here?" A boy from the class shouts. ,,I- my mom got an job offer..." I say and look to the floor. Mr.Campbell claps proudly on my shoulder and points with his finger to an empty seat in the last row of the classroom. I walk towards it and sit silently down.

Luke's pov

,,Hey it's the wall-girl from earlier! This girl is a weirdo" Brandon who sits in front of me turns around and whispers jokingly. ,,Shut up" I whisper back.

I peek over to the new girl again. Her name is Bella. She's sitting next to me... Does she have a problem? I think she's shy. But does shyness mean to not even being able to look people in the faces? I don't even really now how she looks like cause her eyes are always fixed to the ground. She's wearing a low ponytail with her light brown hair and she has pink glasses. I chuckle. She looks like a middle schooler.

I peek even more down to her shoes. She's wearing grey dirty chucks. She has a black backpack. She's wearing a pink hoodie. A jeans. She's not too small but not too big either. She's- Wait what am I doing?!

I clear my throat and stop glance over at her. Holy..I nearly analyzed her whole appearance.

Ten minutes passed and I already hear whisper from 2 seats in front of Bella. It's Melanie and Clara. They chuckle and peek behind them to Bella. Then they chuckle again. Wha-what are they doing? I look over to Bella. She's just staring at her paper. But I can see her tense and her hands trembling. I punch my fist on my table without even noticing it. The whole class turns around and looks at me. ,,Everything's ok Luke?" Mr.Campbell asks. ,,Yeah, sorry" I grit my teeth.

What was that for a reaction? My hand was like not connected to my brain.

But...the whispers stopped.

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I hear the bell ring and jump off my seat. I glance over my shoulder and see Bella still sitting there, while everyone started packing their bags. I step towards her when Brandon grabs my arm. ,,Hey man what are ya doin?" ,,nothing" ,,That doesn't look like that. Just don't let her make your image dirty man" He taps my arm and leaves the classroom with one of the girls under his arm.

Why do I want to go to Bella anyway? Yes! I want to help her cause..I pity her. Right! Maybe she doesn't know the room or something.

When everyone already left the classroom she slowly stands up and packs her bag too. So I walk to her and lean against one of the tables in front of her. ,,Hey" I say, curious if she'll ignore me again. ,,I rescued you earlier, remember?" This sentence made her look a little up and I lean down to see completely her face a little. And I widen my eyes. She has a pale but soft skin with rosy cheeks. Her lips has a perfect heart shape and I think she has a beautiful face on it's own. But...I know her...I know her face! But I can't remember from where.. ,,Rescued me?" She asks nervous but still curious. And her quiet voice wakes me up from my trance. ,,Yeah! Exactly! You were about to run against the wall. I held you." ,,O-Oh that was you...thanks" she says just shyly and throws her backpack on her shoulder to walk away but I hold her reflexively. Just one more time. One more time she has to look in my face. I'm sure I'll recognize her. But I don't. Her big eyes are staring at me begging silently to let her arm go. ,,What's your next lesson?" I ask improvised. ,,Math" she still tries to pull shyly her arm. ,,Me too! Let's walk together" I say. Her gaze wanders to my hand and I let her abruptly go ,,Sorry" ,,Okay. I'd be...glad if you show me the room" she says and her face gets red. Why is she embarrassed now? Did I do something wrong? She starts walking and I grab my backpack too to follow her.

We walk through the hallway and everyone's staring at us. But I'm used to this. Suddenly she touches my sleeve and I stop walking. She looks me furious in my face ,,Can you go away from me" she whispers and her face looks like she's about to cry. I pull her away from the hallway to one of the empty changing rooms. It's dark inside and I don't make the effort to turn the lights on cause she already started talking. ,,Sorry I-! You just should've left me alone there why did you brought me here" she says. ,,Why did you want me to leave you?" I ask a little angry. Why do I sound angry?!

It's not like I wouldn't have talked to her in the hallway but she seemed uncomfortable and about to have a breakdown. I think she can't handle many people as far as I learned about her character.

,,No it's just...I don't like the attention. People are looking...and I panic...and people will talk bad about you...and you seem like a popular boy...and..." She seems to think if she should continue talking and I give her the time. ,,And earlier I overheard your friend saying I'll make your image dirty...and he's right..People look at me disgusted" Her voice cracks. Her voice is anyway quiet but now it's not more like a whisper ,,The people already begin to hate me"

Why is she like that? Every girl I hang up with is always proud of people looking at her...and she is nearly about to collapse because of that? I want to ask her if she had a hard time in her old school but I think...that question would be inappropriate.

Why does she even think the people hate her?

I lift my arm up and grab gentle her chin with my hand to make her look in my eyes. And she did. For a brief moment. Then she jumps back like a frightened kitty and suddenly she stumbles and falls down.

WAIT WHAT...WHAT WAS THAT FOR A REACTION? I feel how my heart jumps up of astonishment.

She doesn't stand up for a while she just looks shocked so I kneel down in front of her and start talking ,,Hey...Brandon is an idiot. Everything what comes out of his mouth is just trash. And the people in this school will do nothing they're just talking and people talking about you is nothin to be afraid of as long as they don't do anything serious. Let them talk just don't give a shit."

She seems to think. Then starts talking

,,I-I'm not like the others okay? Maybe this sounds stupid but I give a shit. And besides I don't even feel comfortable with you! Just look at you. Then look at me. That will be enough for you to understand."

She stands up, grabs her backpack and leaves the room with me still kneeling on the ground. And I'm shocked hearing her voice raised up. How did this situation even escalate? I was just bringing her to the math classroom. Ha.

Bellas pov I walk back to the changing room. Please. Please be still there. I think I was too harsh and mean. I went out of control and that just wasn't like me.

I burst open the room and he was still standing there. He wheels shocked to me. ,,Oh Bella! Why are you-"

,,I'm sorry!" I say with closed eyes and squeeze my hands in fists ,,You have to know...I don't know how to be around people. I always push people back who try to come closer to me. I'm scared they'll make fun of me one day. This happened to me many times... So I'm scared of making friends...."

He slowly walks with pitiful face nearer to me. And I hate this pity in his eyes. But I understand it... His muscles in his arms twitch as he walks with his fists in front of me and I hold my breath. As I said he walks so elegant I can't even look at him without melting.

,,I could be your friend. And I'll not make fun of you. And I can't understand why people would ever make fun of you" he says with an angry voice.

Don't understand it? I'm a weirdo. I get nervous around people. I begin to stutter, my face gets dark red, I can't look them in the eyes cause every time I did that I could see their laughing faces. I'm ugly I'm not like the other girls, I don't wear clothes like them and I just don't fit into the beauty ideals. That's enough reason for people not liking me. So I started to push them away so I don't get hurt. And it got even worse from time to time. And now I'm just labeled as the weird girl.

,,So you really would like to be my friend?" I ask shy.

,,Of course, why not?" he answers.

I sigh and don't know what to do then accept it. I want to try it. Maybe...my life in this new school will get better?