Ethan and his friends slid into their seats, exchanging quiet morning greetings with their classmates. The room hummed with the gentle rustle of backpacks and notebooks. Mr. George, their history teacher, walked in, his stride confident and purposeful. He scribbled "History" across the blackboard in bold, cursive letters.
"Good morning, class," Mr. George said, his deep voice warm and welcoming.
"Good morning, sir," the students chorused in response.
Mr. George smiled, surveying the room. "Welcome to our new section. I trust you're all ready to dive into the fascinating world of history."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the class.
"Alright, we have a new student joining us today," Mr. George announced, "and I hope you'll all be kind and make them feel welcome."
Jeremy, a charmingly rugged student with a round face and unruly hair, spoke up from the back of the classroom. "Boy or girl?"
A witty girl, Emily, shot back, "I hope it's a girl, because there are already too many sweaty boys in this class."
The class chuckled, but Mr. George swiftly restored order. "Enough of the chatter. Let's focus on our new classmate."
The door creaked open, and all eyes turned to the entrance. Mr. George beckoned the newcomer. "Please, come in."
The students' curiosity was piqued, their faces turned toward the door, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious new student.
As the door swung open, Ethan's gaze drifted toward the entrance, anticipating the arrival of the new student. But nothing could have prepared him for the vision that stepped through the threshold. Time seemed to freeze, and the air thickened with an almost palpable silence.
The girl's presence was like a whispered secret, captivating and mesmerizing. Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, and he felt the floor beneath him bloom with every step she took. Her straight black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her piercing blue eyes.
"Hello everyone," she began, her voice melodic and confident. "My name is Mia kerr"
The class murmured a welcoming greeting, but Ethan's voice was caught in his throat. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Mia's radiant smile, which seemed to illuminate the entire room.
Asher, sitting beside Ethan, nudged him discreetly. "Earth to Ethan," he whispered, grinning.
Ethan blinked, his cheeks warming as he realized he'd been staring. He glanced around, noticing he wasn't the only one entranced. Jeremy's eyes were fixed on Mia, and Emily's eyebrows were raised in admiration.
Mr. George smiled warmly. "Welcome, Mia. We're glad to have you join our class. Please, take a seat."
Mia's gaze swept the room, her eyes sparkling as she searched for an empty chair. Ethan's heart skipped a beat as their eyes met again, and he felt an inexplicable connection.
Mia's gaze lingered on Ethan for a fraction of a second before she smiled and made her way to the empty chair beside Emily. As she sat down, Ethan felt a subtle sense of disappointment that their eye contact had been broken.
Emily, always the social butterfly, immediately began chatting with Mia, asking her about her previous school and interests. Mia's responses were effortless and charming, putting everyone at ease.
Mr. George cleared his throat, regaining the class's attention. "Now, let's get back to our lesson. We were discussing the American Revolution last week."
As the teacher began to lecture, Ethan found himself stealing glances at Mia, his curiosity growing. Where had she come from? What were her passions? And why did he feel an inexplicable pull toward her?
Asher, sensing his friend's distraction, whispered, "Dude, focus. You're going to get us in trouble."
Ethan nodded, attempting to refocus on the lesson. But his gaze continued to drift toward Mia, his mind whirling with questions.
As the class progressed, Mia actively participated in the discussion, sharing insightful thoughts and displaying a sharp intellect. Ethan was impressed, and his fascination grew.
When the bell rang, signalling the end of the period, Ethan felt a pang of disappointment. He didn't want the class to end, not yet.
"Hey, I'm Ethan," he said, approaching Mia as she gathered her belongings.
Mia smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Nice to meet you, Ethan."
Their conversation was cut short as the next wave of students flooded the room, but Ethan knew he wanted to talk to Mia again. Soon.
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Asher and Ethan strode to their lockers, the metallic clangs echoing through the corridor as they opened their compartments to grab the necessary books for their next class.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Asher teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You were totally zoning out on the new student."
Ethan shrugged, attempting nonchalance. "Nothing. Mind your business, Asher."
Asher chuckled, relentless. "Oh, c'mon, you think she's pretty, or have you fallen in love at first sight?"
Ethan's expression remained stoic. "Like I said, none of your business."
Asher grinned, undeterred. "Come on, Ethan, I've known you since freshman year. I can tell when you're hooked."
Just as Asher was about to continue his teasing, a sweet voice interrupted their banter.
"Hi Ethan."
Ethan turned, his gaze meeting Evelyn's warm smile. Her bright blue eyes sparkled, and her long, curly brown hair cascaded down her shoulders.
"Hi Evelyn," Ethan replied, returning her smile.
Asher raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the sudden arrival. "Hey Evelyn, what's up?"
Evelyn's gaze flicked to Asher before returning to Ethan. "Not much. Just wanted to remind you about our study group meeting today."
Ethan nodded, his mind briefly shifting to the upcoming exams. "Right, thanks for reminding me."
"I asked Nancy about you this morning, and she said you were called by the principal," Ethan said, his brow furrowed with concern as he gazed at Evelyn. "I hope everything's fine."
Evelyn's expression transformed into a warm smile. "No, there was no problem. Actually, Mrs. Russell asked me to be a guide for a new student. I'm supposed to meet her here soon."
Asher's eyes widened, and he shot Ethan a knowing glance. "Oh, Mia kerr?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.
Evelyn's curiosity was piqued. "Yes, you guys have met her?"
Ethan nodded, feeling a flutter in his chest at the mention of Mia's name. "We have. She's a new student in our history class. She did her introduction today."
Evelyn's eyes sparkled. "That's her! Mrs. Russell told me she's an excellent student and needs some help settling in."
Asher chuckled, nudging Ethan playfully. "Looks like Ethan's already made a strong impression."
Ethan's cheeks flushed, and he shot Asher a warning glance. "Shut up, Asher."
Evelyn laughed. "I'm glad to hear you've met her. I'll go grab her, and we can all walk to our next class together."
As Evelyn walked away, Asher leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Dude, you're in trouble. You've got Evelyn, your childhood friend with some seriously tense romance history, who's also the perfect guide to the new girl, Mia – the mysterious newcomer who's already got you hooked."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. "What are you talking about, Asher?"
Asher's grin was mischievous. "Don't play dumb, Ethan. I've seen the way you look at Evelyn – like you're stuck in a perpetual state of 'what if.' And now, Mia shows up, and you're totally smitten."
Ethan shook his head, attempting to dismiss Asher's claims. "You're reading too much into this."
Asher's voice took on a serious tone. "Listen, Ethan, I've known you since freshman year. I know your tells. You're intrigued by Mia, and Evelyn's still got feelings for you. This love triangle is about to get messy."
Ethan's gaze drifted toward Evelyn, now chatting with Mia by her locker. Evelyn's laughter echoed through the corridor, and Mia's bright smile captivated him anew.
"Love triangle?" Ethan repeated, his voice laced with scepticism. "You're jumping to conclusions, Asher."
Asher's knowing look silenced Ethan's protests. "Just be careful, man. Your heart's about to become a battleground."
Ethan rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Asher, focus. It's just a coincidence."
But as he watched Evelyn approach Mia, who was standing by her locker, smiling brightly, Ethan couldn't shake off the feeling that his life was about to take an unexpected turn.
Evelyn approached Mia with Ethan and Asher in tow, her warm smile a beacon of welcome. "Hi Mia, I'm Evelyn, and I'll be your guide," she said, extending a hand.
Mia's eyes sparkled as she shook Evelyn's hand. "Oh, that's nice. Thanks for showing me around."
Ethan stepped forward, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. "Hi Mia," he said, his smile mirroring Evelyn's.
Mia's gaze met Ethan's, and for a fleeting moment, they just looked at each other. Asher cleared his throat, breaking the brief silence.
"Hey, Mia, we were just discussing our history class," Asher said, attempting to diffuse the subtle tension.
Evelyn seamlessly took over, her guiding instincts kicking in. "So, Mia, I'll show you to your next class. We have calculus together."
As they walked, Mia effortlessly inserted herself into their conversation, sharing stories about her previous school and interests. Ethan found himself listening intently, captivated by her infectious laughter.
Asher nudged Ethan, whispering, "Told you, man. Love triangle."
Ethan shot Asher a warning glance, but his attention remained on Mia and Evelyn, who were rapidly forming a bond.
"Hey, Evelyn, what's the plan for lunch?" Asher asked, loud enough to break Ethan's reverie.
Evelyn turned to Mia. "We usually sit together in the courtyard. You're welcome to join us."
Mia's face lit up. "That sounds great, thanks."
Ethan's heart skipped a beat as he envisioned the four of them sharing lunch together. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a complex web of friendships and emotions.