Zendaya's POV

Walking into the school I take my bag off and put it through the bag scanner, then I walk through the metal detector to get searched. Living in Oakland can be dangerous, so the security guards make sure we don't bring weapons, or anything dangerous, in the school with scanners from the airport. I used to think they were unnecessary until last year the school got put on lock down because a gang war broke out between the students and someone had a very serious weapon on them. It wasn't a gun, but the staff never told us what it was so the student body just assumed it was and that was that.

Done with the scanners I grab my bag and head into the gym to get my classes, from there I go the my homeroom and get my locker information and id. The gym was separated into sections by year, and in those sections they were separated by last name. I go to the sophomores section and to the first table for my schedule.

"Name?"

"Uh just my last name?"

"It's the one that matters right now so yeah."

"Coleman."

"Coleman, G?"

"No. Coleman, Z."

"Oh here it is, Zendiyah."

"Um actually it's ZenDAYA. Like day with an a at the end."

"Look kid I don't really care, just take your stuff."

She looks at the paper one last time and hands it to me. I take it and look it over, and I'm in all honors classes this year. I guess that test at the end of the year was important.

"Looks like you got all honors classes kid. See you in English class Zendaya."

I look up from the paper when she says that and quickly look back down at my schedule. I guess that she is my English teacher Ms. Aiko. Talk about a great first impression Z.

"See you in class Ms. Aiko."

I hang my head and walk out of the gym to my homeroom. Homeroom classes are determined by your class schedule, so most likely if you have homeroom with someone you have almost all your classes with them too. The only class you wouldn't have with them would be your career course and your elective for the year. I see that they gave me Culinary Arts as my career course and Art as my elective this year. I'm happy that I got into Culinary Arts, that was the one that everyone wanted because you get to eat whatever you cook once you start cooking. Art will be really fun too. I love to draw, mostly people, but it's more of a guilty pleasure of mine since only a few people know that about me. Normani found out because I drew her a self portrait for her birthday and asked me where I got from, and my Mom knows because she's seen me drawing in one of my old notebooks before.

 I get to my homeroom classroom and look in the door to see if there is anyone I recognize and I see Lauren and a few girls from the team last year in the room. I walk in the room and sit next to Lauren since she is the only person I know by name.

"Looks like we might have classes together this year Jauregui."

"Looks like we will Coleman. Wanna compare schedules to see how many?"

"Sure."

I pull out my schedule and she pulls out hers and we sit them on the table to compare and we have all of the same classes together.

"Wow perfect match."

"Yep. Hey if you don't have any other friends in any of our classes together wanna be seat partners?"

"I don't see a problem in that."

"Cool."

After that we sit in an almost comfortable silence for a few minutes before I wonder about something.

"Was the homeroom teacher here when you got here?"

"Yeah he left to get our Ids and locker stuff from the office."

"Oh okay. Do you know who it is?"

"No, but by the looks of the room he's a history teacher."

"Oh yeah I never really looked around the room until now."

Lauren chuckles after that but doesn't say anything after that we just people watch as the rest of our classmates wander in the room. Not that many familiar faces but the team members that are already here and Lauren. Now we're just waiting on the teacher, he hasn't shown up the entire time I've been in here and the bell is about to ring. Given it's the first day and things are bound to be unorganized but it shouldn't be taking this long for him to get our ids and locker info.

"Hey Lauren what room does it say for American History on your schedule?"

"Why?"

"Just look I want to see something."

"Okay."

I watch her take out her schedule again. There are always two honors classes so she could the same timing as my schedule but different teachers so I just want to double check. The schedules say the class name, the teacher's name, and the room number in that order. If I'm correct Mr. Reid our homeroom teacher is the other honors class teacher and we both have Mr. Walk for American History fifth period.

"Okay now what do you want me to look at again?"

"Just go down the line and tell me your teacher's names for each class."

"Why?"

"Because our classes may be at the same time but we could have different teachers."

"Okay. I have first period Math with Ms. Lovato, second period English with Ms. Aiko, a 3rd-4th period block of Culinary Arts with Mr. Curry, then lunch, then Chemistry with Ms. Gomez, Art with Ms. Gilles, then American History with Mr. Walk."

"In room 408 upstairs?"

"Yeah."

"Okay good I just wanted to double check that we didn't have Mr. Reid for History because he is not making a great first impression right now."

"Yeah you're right. This guy is being super unprofessional right now."

"Exactly he should have been back by now with our stuff."

"I know right."

Lauren and I sit and chat for another five minutes when Mr. Reid finally walks through the door. I give him the benefit of the doubt and see if he can explain his self before I make any harsh judgments on him. I watch as he gets settled and then he starts to explain what took him so long.

"Sorry I took so long the people in the office were still making the ids and since some of you have "unique names" it took them longer than expected."

I look at Lauren and we both give him a side eye at that statement seeing as we both have, as he called it, "unique names". He starts to pass out ids and give us a locker and Lauren and I prepare for the worst.

"Zen- zendinah? zendiah Coleman?"

"It's Zendaya Coleman."

"Well at least I got the last name right."

"Yeah good for you."

He hands me a lanyard for my id, my id, and before he gives me a locker I stop him.

"Can I have a top locker I don't want to give myself back problems at an early age?"

If you're wondering how I know the difference, the bottom lockers end in an even number and the top ones end in an odd number. He give me a look and give me a locker number ending in a five and hands it to me.

"Consider it an apology for getting your name wrong."

"No worries Mr. Reid I'm used to it."

At least he apologized for getting it wrong sometimes I don't even get that when people get my name wrong. I go out into the hallway find my locker and see I got the long locker out of the bunch of the lockers on the wall. Now I know what he meant by apology. I practice the combination a few times, take my stuff out of my bag and put it in the locker now so I won't have to do it later, and head back into the classroom. He goes through the rest of the class list messing up on a few more names, including Lauren's last name, and tells us to talk quietly until the bell rings. I pull out my phone and text Trevor to ask him about his schedule.

Z-baby: hey send me a pic of your schedule I wanna see if we have any classes together

T-baby: attached image

I open up the picture of his schedule and the only class we have together is lunch, but our classes are close so he could walk me to mine if he wanted too.

Z-baby: damn we only have lunch 2gether

T-baby: guess ill see you at lunch then we could sit together

Z-baby: okay see u later

T-baby: later

I put my phone away after checking the time to see if the bell will ring any time soon. I hoped that the text convo would have been longer but I forgot that Trevor is such a dry texter. I'm kind of glad that I don't have classes with Trevor for that reason, he is not a great person to talk to if you just want to talk about nothing. You have to have specific topics if you want to have a full conversation with him. I put my phone away when I hear the bell ring and stand up.

"Hey want to come to my locker with me, we can walk to first period together after?"

"Yeah sure thing."

We walk out to the lockers and I lean on mine while I wait for her to unlock hers and put her stuff inside. I hear a few people call out to Lauren and I know its her friends Lucy and Alexa. I've seen them enough times around the house to know her best friends by name. I don't feel like listening to them so I take my headphones out and start to untangle them.

"Hey babe!"

I look up from my headphones because I know that voice anywhere. I turn my head and see Trevor walking up to me, so I put my headphones away and brace myself for a hug.

"I missed you Z!"

"I missed you too! How was basketball camp?"

"It was great, but a guy can only be around a bunch of sweaty guys for so so long, you know?"

"Yeah I understand that."

"But enough about the past. How about I walk you to first period?"

"Okay."

He intertwines our fingers and pulls me away from the lockers and we walk to my first period together.

AN: Hi! That was chapter three, I hoped you enjoyed it. I actually wasn't planning on writing today but I guess I caught the writing bug after updating Sleeping With The Enemy yesterday. Z and Trevor don't have any classes because Z has all honors classes, but there is still lunch. Lauren and Z also have all their classes and they have to deal with people always mispronouncing their names. The high school is based off my actual high school , even though I graduated almost four years ago. I need some help tho. If you could give me some ideas on names for teachers, students, and a school name for this story that would be great. Vote Comment and Share and I'll update soon

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Peace,

Meags