Ring*
The students at Collin high school began moving to their class. A group of girls stood by the corner, they were in no hurry, their eyes were narrowed in a mischievous manner as they gossiped about something.
Then--Hey...Jess...? Nancy purred, "Where is that boyfriend of yours?" Ayaz? her voice dripped with amusement as she watched Jessica's face twitch as if she committed a crime.
She clenched her fist then sighed, don't even take his name in your filthy mouth Nancy... she murmured before storming off. Her blonde hair fluttering as she did.
The girl's gazed at her go, though Nancy too looked,
Okay... fine! she then followed her behind. Don't be lame, I was just joking, you know! jokes?
Jessica stopped dead in her tracks as she then faced her, giving a burning glare: "No, I don't" she then kept walking.
Soon, the students settled in their respective seats as the door opened. Came in Mr. henry. he sets his files on the desk and faced the class with a smile--"Good morning class!" he greets.
Good...morning... a low, collective murmur. Some yawned.
The proff's smile faltered yet he kept it, gazing at his student's uninterested faces: "Oh, come on guys, be a little energetic! I know it's a Monday morning...but still!"
They gazed at him. Some sneered, some stayed quiet.
Mr. Henry sighed as he then walked around his desk, settling on his rolling chair, he began to punch in on his laptop keyboard. His eyes skimmed through then he shouted out names.
Mike?
Here...
Lara...?
Here!
The class turned to her, Lara--The quiet, librarian assistant. She gazed at them back, her lips casted a hesitant smile, they then rolled their eyes at her.
Meanwhile...
Jessica's eyes began to flicker to the clock, it was 9:30, Ayaz still hadn't come. Her eyebrows furrowed as she then sensed the wight of another gaze--She turned slightly as her gaze then fell to Nancy. Her eyes were fixated to her; she kept a small smile.
Jessica's lips twitched into a fake curl.
Then--Jessica Adams...? Jessica? She then jolted slightly--H-Here...
Mr. Henry let out a low groan, come on Jessica, "at least pay attention for your call--he then chuckled, almost marked you absent"
Jessica didn't reply, her gaze went to the clock then at the front door, watching, sensing. Mr. Henry's eyebrows furrowed as he then saw an unfamiliar name on the rollcall
--E-E-Esma...? The whole class went silent as they began to look at each other. Esma Rahimi? Mr. Henry
The class turned. Mr. Henry's gaze fluttered to the direction. Many furrowed their eyebrows, some sneered. What the...?
Esma entered the room, her face a slight hue of red. She clutched her bag--Aware that her knuckles are turning white. Her vision slightly blurred at seeing so many faces at once.
The girl's nudged one another, "Look at her" "Why is she wearing that?" Nancy's lips curled, "well she is pretty"
They rolled their eyes collectively. Jessica didn't pay them a thought--Then, the door clicked opened again, Ayaz entered the room--His brown gaze swept the class--Then at Jessica. Her eyes glinted in joy as she then gave him a smile--His lips curled in response as his gaze then returned to the front. His eyes widened--Infront of him was the same girl, Esma. She clutched her bag; her amber gaze fluttered over the class as she sensed the unmistakable silence.
You are Esma Rahimi? Correct? Mr. Henry asked. Esma nodded in assurance as he then smiled. Well, take a seat anywhere. She nodded to that and began to walk.
Mr. Henry's eyes went to Ayaz, he sighed, late again...? Ayaz stood by--His eyes followed her. Henry then sighed, take your seat.
He walked to the back--He then saw her sitting next his seat. He said nothing as he sat near her. Esma didn't give him a glance--her gaze was forward to the door.
Jessica gazed at them from the corner of her eyes, something about the two sitting together made her hand clench. Nancy sensing the burning glare, her lips curled into a smirk.
She sank back into her seat, her fake-lashes fluttering up, Well...someone's jealous...
Jessica didn't react, her eyes were on them, if she stared any longer, she would have burned a hole on their faces. Her glossy lips then parted, without tearing her gaze away, she asked: "Do you know her name?"
To her right, Sarah glanced at them-then at Jessica, E-Esma...? I suppose. She murmured, tucking a strand of her hair.
Esma... she whispered to herself, a name that felt bitter against her tongue, Esma... she wasn't going to like this Esma...