I slept like a baby in my new bed and morning came like a flash. It was time to face the real nightmare; first day at a new school.
I had nothing proper to wear besides my old worn-out black jeans that I DIYed into ripped jeans and my black hoodie, that was washed-out. Not to mention my white converse that now looked almost brown.
Quite a first day look, right?
I took my old school bag, fixed my shoulder-length curly hair while facing the mirror and got out.
The moment I got out, I came face to face with the one and only Timothy as he got out of his room. We stood there staring at each other pointlessly as I raked my eyes over his body shamelessly.
He had on a mustard sweater that complemented his dark blonde hair and black skinny jeans with some designer shoes I didn't even know about.
To sum it up in one word- he looked strikingly good-looking. I know I said one word but I couldn't find any better way to say it.
"Hey, look, I don't think you and I have had a proper introduction so I'm gonna start," Timothy met my eyes as he spoke hesitantly. "I'm Timothy, but people at school usually call me by my last name, Baker."
"I'm Riley," I simply said not because I was trying to be rude but that's the only thing I had to say, I had no nickname.
"Wait, that's it?" He asked and I shrugged, still captured by how attractive he looked. "Also is that what you are wearing?"
I immediately stopped drooling just to glare at him.
"I really don't want to be sarcastic right now but you are asking for it. What do you mean 'is that what I'm wearing'?" I asked suddenly getting pissed. "Is it too shabby and embarrassing for your rich school or something?"
"I mean it's your first day, you don't want to show up in your worst clothes," he said as a matter-of-fact before having some sort of regret. "Sorry, that came out the wrong way and I barely know you so I'm—"
"It's whatever," I cut him midway before passing by him and making my way downstairs.
No, it wasn't 'whatever'. He basically just called the only best clothes I had humiliating. How was I supposed to feel about that. Imagine how everyone else at school was going to be looking at me like.
I was going to be an embarrassment to Timothy.
To make it worse, even his mom commented on my clothes saying she would take me shopping after school. She didn't have to directly say they were ugly, it was all between the lines.
"Please bring Riley home early Tim, we are going clothes shopping, and maybe a little make-over," Mrs. Baker told Timothy excitedly during breakfast. "What do you think Riley?" She turned to me expectedly.
"Uhm...it's not necessary," I said.
"Okay great! We will go shopping and hair-doing," She said, "I've always wanted a girl child." She smiled dreamily.
I felt overwhelmed but I covered it with a smile before hearing snickering coming from Tyler who was being head-lock tuckled by Timothy playfully.
"I got you Ty," he playfully punched his shoulders, and I could not help but smile as I watched them play. In such a short period of time, I had learnt that Timothy and Tyler were very close.
"Hey, that's enough. Time for school, both of you," Mrs. Baker shouted at them.
"See you later Tim," I heard Tyler say as he ran off to get his bag, "Watch your back,"
Turns out Timothy was going to be my driver since we went to the same school. Tyler took the school bus and as I had learned yesterday, Mrs. Baker was a doctor.
Now it made sense why she had all this money, right?
I still knew nothing about Mr. Baker.
"Are you ready Riley?" Timothy asked when he got back in the kitchen and I stood off the stool to follow him as we went out.
"Good bye, mom," He gave his mom a kiss in the forehead before turning to go out.
Sweet.
"Good bye, and take care of Riley," I heard her say. "Have fun at school Riley," she shouted.
"Thank you," I said as I finally spotted Timothy's sleek sport car parked outside, I only knew the name, McLaren, because I got closer to it.
"Are you getting in?" He asked when he saw me still standing outside.
To be honest I was really nervous to be alone with Timothy, it was going to be awkward.
"Yeah...sorry, I was just-" I stopped myself from the ramble I was about to embark on as i got into his car.
It smelt like him, citrus, fruity kind of smell...I loved the smell.
He started the car and drove in silence throughout the whole journey, none of us talked, although we would find ourselves glancing at each other simultaneously and one of us would quickly look away ashamed.
Maybe he wasn't interested in talking to me. Maybe he thought I was boring and too rude.
"I know your mom probably said you have to keep me company for my first day of school but I'm telling you now, you don't have to," I said once I felt too uncomfortable with the silence.
I had thought of it before, that Timothy had his own friends and he probably didn't want to hang out with me. How would he even introduce me to his friends and everyone else? What was I even to him? This must have been troubling him too.
"Who is going to show you around then? You don't have a choice," he said, taking a quick glance at me.
I was surprised by his answer.
"Well, I think I will manage pretty well," I said.
He stopped the car where I could see the view of the school.
"So, the school is right there," he pointed. "But I will drop you here to avoid any questions from people," he said hesitantly.
"Oh."
Ouch.
Honestly, I understood that this was also an overwhelming situation for him but it hurt me a little.
"I guess that means we are strangers, then?" I asked.
"I think it's much better for both of us if we kept it like that, for now," he said.
"Cool, see you after school stranger," I said while getting out and he drove off.
Now I had to take the last steps to school on my own.
I started seeing other kids come into view, already in their little cliques.
Was I nervous when meeting new people? Obviously.
Was I good at making friends? Most definitely not. In fact I had already decided that I wanted to be a loner, I would be done with high school in a few months anyway.
I finally spotted Timothy coming out of his car, his friends already by his side. He was obviously a jock. Popular, handsome and smart. I wondered what sport he played. His kind always played sports, right?
He looked so much happier with his friends than he did when we were in the car. I guess I really was boring him.
I saw him looking around while his friends were talking and when he finally spotted me, he turned back to his friends, making their way into the school.
A few people were outside and those who were, were already getting inside. I was about to when I felt a car approaching from behind, I didn't have enough time to turn around and try to get out of the way and next thing I knew–It bumped into me as the driver came to a halt and I fell from the impact.