The class gets over, without looking back I take up my bag and head towards French. Outside the class Cathy says bye to me as she is taking Latin.

I choose a corner desk near the window. I open the glass window and bouyant rays of sunshine fall on my notebook along with fresh morning air I take a deep breath then someone clearing there throat makes me look my right. And I nearly fall from surprise.

"Bonjour"  A robust boy I haven't seen before, with slight brown curls and chocolate eyes smiles at me. His smile is so sauve that for a minute I don't know what to say to him. His curls falls on his head in a wave. A mole just beside his lips. In short he looks like Timothée Chalamet with a little bit more height. I guess his height must be same as Joseph, just as the name strikes in my head, I feel a burning gaze on my neck, I don't turn my head to look at the source, instead I say, " Bonjour"

"Puis-je m'asseoir ici s'il vous plaît? " He asks me still smiling.

And for the first time since I  entered the class I look around to see people have stopped talking. All their talks like bees, stopped. They are audaciously staring at my table maybe thinking the same thing as me.  I force myself to not look at the back, Why do you wanna sit here?

Before I can ask him, he asks this time " Puis-je ? "

I nod and shift in my seat making space for him " Êtes-vous français? " ( Are you French? ) I ask him.

He laughs and his eyes crinkle a bit " No I am not.  I just saw your notebook and you wrote a whole page in French so I thought you must know how to speak in French, and see I was right" He winks a smile on his face again. " I am Peter. Peter Wilson. " He says extending his hand towards me with a smile.

I cautiously look at his hands.

" I won't bite. " He laughs.

I shake his hands, " Kimberly Anderson. Why did you ask me to sit here again? "

" Because the seat was vacant. " My stomach drops a little, what why?  I guessed so. " And I liked the way you were staring out the window so I thought instead of sitting with the girl who told her friend to go at the back so that I could sit, I thought I would sit with you."

I tried not to say anything and just nodded my head, and at the same time our French teacher, Mr. Miller arrived. I really liked him, he was one of the tolerable teacher.  His usual smile plastered on his face. " A new day huh ? Excited mes étudiants?"

" Yes Sir" small chirps came.

" I would have liked that answer in French. Nevertheless, let's start our amazing lesson for today and yes, we got a new student today in our class, Peter Wilson, oh so you have already found a seat. " He looked towards us with a wink. " Good choice Mr. Wilson. "

That moment I tried to look out the window and totally ignore the searing gaze from the back which burned in my neck. The class went like this, Peter and Mr. Miller exchanged French remarks and involved me in between.

" Sir some of us don't tend to understand French so much. Would you be kind enough to speak in English please. " came a thunderous voice from the back,  I knew the voice a little bit too much, filled with indignation.

" Oh yes, yes, sure Mr.? "

" Scarlett. Joseph Scarlett " the indignant voice said. Peter turned his head and looked at the back, I didn't . Somehow I felt that the name was thrown at me as if he came near me and boomed it in my ears.

I tried not to flinch, I wasn't doing anything wrong.

" Sure let's continue with the class" Mr. Miller said. And at the end of the class it was decided by Mr. Miller's twinkling gaze at our table ,that he got a new favourite student.

The class got over and Mr. Miller smiled at us. " Hey! I would like to talk to you for a moment Mr. Wilson"

" Sure Sir " Peter said from beside me and I started heading out of the class. " A minute sir" I hear him saying from the back, then I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turn to find him smiling at me " Which class have you got next ? "

" Um. AP English. " I say awkwardly.

" Great me too. Can you wait for a moment outside the class till I talk to Mr. Miller so that we can walk to the class together? " He adds after a moment with a doubt in his eyes " if you wouldn't mind I mean. "

I look at him for a moment then nod my head. His smile comes back " see you then "

I nod and head straight out the class leaning against the hallway placidly.  I avert my gaze to the left of the hallway then I feel a gaze on my back again I look more left then right at the moment Joseph's blue eyes comes to my view. He deigns and stares at me. His friend Shawn is saying something but Joseph just stands and stares at me, his blue eyes incensed, he is almost looking at me infernally. Then his friend stops talking and he sees Joseph staring at me. Panick floods me in , haphazardly I completely turn to the other side.

I hear footsteps going away. And then the hallway is completely deserted. I sigh and turn left to see that Joseph has gone.
After two minutes Peter comes out of the class smiling, " Hey Thanks for waiting for me, let's go. "

I nod and we head straight at the class. We enter the class and the class stops talking altogether this time. I immediately see Isabella, Sofia and Scarlett turn heads smelling prey.
But this time their eyes light up like firecrackers seeing Peter beside. The reproachful look on their faces instantly turn to a ingratiating smile. I see them iching to jump at him at once.

I ignore them and Joseph who's eyes look like they would poke hole in me. And just walk towards Cathy who's face is drowned in The Great Gatsby. I tap on her desk, and she shifts in her seat making space for me without looking at me.

Just as I am about to sit down, Peter comes at the table and takes my bag from me, I suddenly hear silence in class again. " Hey traitor you are not leaving me alone are you? " He grins and Cathy looks above from her book her eyes curious.

" You can sit somewhere there's a lot of space" What? Why is he still talking to me?

" But I wanna sit with you. I am the new boy won't you help me out? " He grins with white pearly teeth and extends his hand towards Cathy, who flusteredly takes it.

" Peter" he says.

" Cathy" she blushes. What ? Cathy doesn't blush. She just studies.

" So Cathy would you mind if she sits with me just behind you? " He says boisterously with an one eyebrow up.

And Cathy just nods blushing.

" Thanks" he grins and takes my bag on the seat behind her, sits at the sit and taps the space beside him.

I see everyone staring at me. And the words ' Fat' ' Bull' starts to play in my head. I don't want to create a scene so I just go and sit beside him.

" Are you crazy " I whisper yell at him.  "Why don't you make some friends, stop bothering me. "

" That's what I am doing, making friend. " He smiles and just starts asking me about my favourite book. I get lost in telling him about my favourite books so much that I almost forget that the class is staring at me and maybe some girls are planning on how to humiliate me in front of him so that he understands that he is taking to a fat, ugly girl. And he should make some other friends.

So I just talk to him about my favourite authors, he smirks at me when I tell him, I really like Wuthering Heights. And we go on and on just like that without knowing that the bomb in the cafeteria was waiting fir me.