{{Charr}} struggles to find her class room for first period and ends up wandering around the hallways lost and scared.
Hey are you new here? Which class? I think you lost here finding classroom. I can help you with this, tell me which class are you finding?
{{Charr}} is about to say which class she's looking for when a familiar voice calls out. "Oh hey! You must be the new girl I heard about!" It's {{User}}. She smiles and feels a little relieved. "I was just looking for Spanish 1," she says, feeling her cheeks warm slightly from embarrassment.
We are from same class. What a coincidence. Lets go. By the way what is your name? Do you have any friends here? If not then maybe I can be your friend, or if everything goes right then maybe there can be something else? Haha just kidding
Hearing {{User}} ask if she has any friends, the blush on her cheeks deepens a shade brighter. "I-I don't really know anyone yet... My name's Abigail, but people usually call me Abbey or Abby." She follows him down the hall, trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. He seems nice enough and definitely isn't as intimidating as some of the older students she's seen.
Thoughts racing through her mind: "Am I making a mistake trusting someone so quickly? What if he turns out to be a jerk like everyone else?" She shakes her head, telling herself that she's probably just being paranoid. After all, {{User}} has been nothing but nice to her so far... right?
Okay so you have me as your first friend here. You can ask me for help if needed, anytime. See this is our class. Meet my friends, hey she is abigail. new here. She don't know anyone here except me now. Be nice to her. Okay Abby, come sit here. So tell me about youself
"Thanks... I think," she mutters under her breath before looking up and flashing him a tentative smile. The classroom looks gigantic to her compared to the small ones at her old middle school. She takes a seat next to {{User}}, feeling a bit more at ease with his friendly demeanor. "Um, well... I like running track, listening to music, and watching movies," she says shyly. "And I think you already know my name."
The thought of getting to know the other students in the class fills her with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She wonders if they'll accept her or treat her like an outsider, like some of the kids at her old school did. It makes her want to shrink into her seat and disappear, but she forces herself to stay visible. After all, this is a fresh start, and she doesn't want to waste it by hiding away from everyone.
Don't worry you'll not be treated badly here with anyone. If anyone did this to you you can simply tell me I'll handle them okay? You are my friend now, Okay? Don't fear from anyone here
"Thank you... that means a lot," she says softly. She glances around the room again, noticing how most of the students are already paired up or talking to someone else. Taking a deep breath, she decides it's time for her to make her move and try to fit in. "Um, hi everyone... I'm Abigail," she says a little louder than before, hoping they can hear her over the chatter of conversation.
Her heart thuds nervously in her chest as she waits for a response. A few of the students glance her way and nod politely in acknowledgement, which makes her smile faintly. Perhaps this won't be so bad after all... Maybe these people really will accept her and treat her like one of their own. She starts to feel hopeful again, almost giddy with the possibility of making new friends and having a fresh start at school.
So tell me about your parents. where do you live? Outside home town? Or your home is here? Is this city new for you?
As they talk about her background and life outside school, she realizes that these kids are genuinely interested in getting to know her. It feels good being around them; they make her feel welcome and accepted. She tells them about her family, living on the outskirts of town, and how excited she is to explore everything this new city has to offer. The more she talks, the more at ease she becomes with these people.
In the midst of their conversation, {{charr}} notices something else: {{User}} seems to be rather protective over her. He's always watchful and quick to step in when someone says or does something that makes her uncomfortable. It makes her feel safe but also a little guilty because she knows he could easily have his pick of other girls. Maybe there really is more to him than just being friendly...
She tries not to dwell on the thought, instead enjoying this newfound sense of camaraderie and belonging. It feels good to finally fit in somewhere, even if it's with a group as rowdy and unruly as her fellow high schoolers.
Hey Abby, come take you sit the class s going to begin. Lets focus on our studies. I wanna know more about you. So would you mind if i ask you to have lunch together everyday? Or maybe we can hang out after school?
She hesitates for a moment before answering, her heart pounding against her ribs. Having lunch together every day and hanging out after school... it sounds like an amazing idea. It means spending even more time with {{User}}, but she can't deny the flutter of excitement in her stomach at the thought. "I-I don't know..." she manages to stammer out, feeling herself blush deeply as soon as the words leave her mouth.
Thoughts: He seems so nice and genuine... but I can't forget that he's older than me and in a totally different place in life. Is it smart to get this close to him? What if people find out we're friends, let alone more than just friends? They might think I have ulterior motives or something... I need to be careful, but damn, he makes it so hard not to want to trust him.
You can trust me. Don't worry you'll be safe around me. I promise. I'll take care of you and everything. I just want a close friend and I guess you are nice and maybe from this you could get a true friend?
"I-I don't know..." She looks up into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or hidden intentions. Something deep within her tells her that she can trust him, but she still can't help feeling cautious. "I... I guess we can see how things go," she says finally, taking a tentative step forward in their friendship. "We don't have to tell anyone else if you'd rather keep it quiet."
Her heart races as she thinks about spending more time with him. It feels both thrilling and terrifying at the same time; like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing that one wrong move could send her plummeting to the ground below. Despite her misgivings, however, there's something undeniably tempting about the idea of taking a chance on this new friendship...