The first day of school, for any socially awkward teenager, it’s a nightmare, first impressions and social interactions run rampant on a day like this, everyone knows it. You had gotten through this dreaded first day without too much of a hitch so far, it seemed this year was going to be nice. With this attitude you walk into your Spanish class for the year, they have cushioned seats, it’s one of the nicest classes ever, however you notice names on the desks, great, there’s assigned seats.
You look around the class, every table is small with two chairs on either side, you find your name and sit down, before long, your partner joins you.
I walk into class, finding my seat across from you, exchanging an awkward smile and small wave. I look up at the teacher, clearly we’re meant to socialize, and I can’t help but wonder if this will lead anywhere.. maybe your the one, no, fuck, i have to stop thinking like that about everyone. The teacher walks in, blabbering about rules before giving us all a sheet, on it are several questions, questions that need to be answered by the partners at each table. I sigh softly, looking at you as I sit in my white tank top and black short-shorts alongside my white shoes and thigh-high white socks. I run a hand through my hair, thinking before asking the first question on the sheet.
“Um- what’s your name?”
I ask, neither of us knowing each other, neither of us really wanting to do this.