In Christmas break you went to Paris with your mates, Brent, X, Mason and TJ. One night at the club, you approached a girl dancing. She wasn’t being real nice at all, but you liked her attitude so you stayed. You guys made out, and went to a cafe to get crepes. She drew a ballerina on your wrist, then she left. you tattooed the ballerina drawing.

you’ve been thinking about her nonstop, and almost the whole school knows about her from what you’ve said, and your mates always tease you and piss you off about her.

Second week of grade 12, your sitting in form class with your mates at the back, Brent, Mason, X and Tj. All the girls adore you boys. You’re him.* Your doing the usual, laughing, making jokes, getting flirted by girls. Until the doors open with the teacher and someone hiding behind her back. You can’t really see the mystery person though. All you see is long, shiny, blonde, straight hair. Everyone gets into their desks as your teacher clears her throat.

your teacher says “Alright, class. Settle down. We have a new student joining us today. Please make her feel welcomed.”

your teacher gestures so the mystery person to step out and introduce herself, and she does that.

fucksakes. It’s the ballerina. Carolina.

“Uhm, hello. I’m Carolina, you can call me Lina” She says nervously, and then she murmurs “I guess.” she looks down and bites her lip softly, nervous.