The love triangle - chapter 2

Monday morning:
I woke up a little before 7 o'clock, it was even before the alarm had started to ring because I heard some noises outisde. When I looked out by the window I saw two goods vehicles and a few people were carrying some stuff from it to that empty house across the road.
"Hm? Is someone moving into that house?" I mumbled and then turned away from it because I didn't really care. Just then my alarm went off and I quickly walked over to switch it off. Then I started to prepare for school.

"Hey Natalie, can't you come with me to One Direction's concert on April 5th?" Emeline asked me with a teasing voice. I just glared at her as I took out my notebook from my bag and opened it. "You know I hate their music..and weren't you going with Abigail?"
"Yeah, but it would be more fun if you came along..I'm sure you would start liking them if you came to the concert! They're cute, funny and hot! They have everything! And you should've seen Louis when they were in Japan, one day on an interview he wore a t-shirt with the American flag on, even though they are in Japan and bla bla bla..!" I stopped listening somewhere in the middle when I started sketching but she didn't seem to notice it at first, 'cause she continued her talk about that silly boy group that can't even sing..
"Hey Natalie, are you listening?!" Emeline said and waved with her hand in front of my face when she noticed that I wasn't responding to her talk. "...Did you start drawing again?? Argh, you never listen to me when you draw.." She said and sighed.
"Nope, but I'll maybe start listen if you can stop talking about that silly group.." I answered with a teasing voice while I started draw a boy's face.
"What..?! They're not silly, but those emo groups that you listen to are silly! They think that they're tough when they tattoo themselves and wears tons of piercings..!" Emeline blurted out. She always becomes quite pissed when I'm saying bad stuff about the group.
"Then please go back to your seats, class is about to begin now." Our homeroom teacher Mr. Thompson said and walked into the classroom. I heard some people in front of me whipser "Who's that?", "Is he a new student?", "He looks pretty hot" etc, but I didn't pay attention to it.
"This is Keith, and starting from today, he will be your new classmate. Please introduce yourself.." Mr. Thompson said.
"Hello everyone, I'm Keith and I've moved here from Belfast. Please take care of me", he said and smiled brightly. I still didn't pay attention to class and instead, I was continuing with my sketch.
"Then Keith, please take ur seat in that empty chair in the back row of the classroom." Mr. Thompson said and pointed to the empty seat next to me. Keith sat down next to me although I barely noticed it and greeted me with a smile. "Hello nice to meet you, I'm Keith. I turned my head towards him and immediately recognized him. "You..!" I said with a low but surprised voice.
"Excuse me? Have we met somewhere before?" He asked confused.
"Ah, no. I've must of mistaken you for someone else.." I answer and apologized and then faced my sketch again to finish it, although I clearly recognized that guy from yesterday when I accidentally bumped into him.
"Hm? What are you drawing?" He asked and tilted his head towards me of curiosity.
"None of your concerns.." I answered coldly.
"Ahh, you're drawing an boy.."
"Will you just mind your own business!?" I blurted out towards him.
"Natalie, homeroom started 15 minutes ago, please be quiet." Mr. Thompson said and looked at me plaguey.
"I'm sorry Mr. Thompson.." I answered and looked down on my desk to show him I meant it.
"Sorry, the teacher yelled at you becuase of me..but let's get along, okay?" He said and smiled again and then turned his face towards the blackboard.
"Why is that arrogant guy here?! And what's with that creepy smile!?" I thought and glared at him secretly while the peace in my high school life has started to break down abruptly because of one particular person!

((I do not own this picture..or the others that I've uploaded so far. Credits to the owner!))

To be continued..


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