You woke up in a pile of sweat and blurry vision, after you rubbed your eyes they began to focus once again and then you realised that you were in a bed completely dressed in your school uniform. You looked around a small neat room, it had solid white walls, grey carpeting, a corner study table, inbuilt closest, small bathroom, your bed, a window and a small coffee table that had two beanbags beside it. You jumped out of the bed and took a quick glance out the window, it appeared to be morning, so that means you must of haven't woken up since you fainted on stage yesterday. You looked down at your uniform and it didn't seem that dirty so you ignored changing it and sprang for your backpack, unpacking your laptop and a few extra personal items. Once you had logged on you noticed that the school had wireless internet except most things were blocked and monitored; the funny thing was that your blog wasn't blocked and clearly seems to be very popular here. However if you were to update your blog it could be traced back to your laptop and anyone who uses this wifi could discover that you were Little Miss Cyber; you decided to see if you could hack the system and use it at your free will while flying under the radar going unnoticed.

You: mumbling to yourself
What a rudimentary system, couldn't they afford something more challenging.

You giggled to yourself as you watched the system download, this will act as a firewall and make all your information stored practically untouchable. You accessed your blog and began on working on finishing your film review, your reviews were one of your most popular segments on your blog because they weren't biased, more reliable than the ones professional critics write and always out just before a movie or book is release; that's how your hacking skills have gotten so advanced over the years, illegally accessing things have became your specialty. Once you had finished writing it you pressed the upload button and watched it load up, this was your lest favourite part about having the blog; the fear of someone walking in and seeing on your screen that your uploading something to the Little Miss Cyber Blog absolutely mortified you. Then it happened, there was knock on your dorm door; you jumped back and landed on the floor making a descent sounding thud.

Mr Germania: on the other side of the door
Are you okay? I need to talk to you.

You jumped back on your feet and said that you were getting dressed and that you will be ready in a second; but in reality you were anxiously watching your laptop almost finish loading. When it was done you closed it and shoved it into your bag, cleaning up any sign of hacking equipment; then you realised something, what if he knew that you hacked the school's wifi. You took a deep gulp and walked over to the door acting like it was Doomsday, you opened up the door and saw Mr Germania accompanied by a tall blonde student with blue eyes and neatly dressed in his school uniform; he seemed rather intimidating so you didn't look at him twice.

Mr Germani: pointing at Berwald
This is Berwald Oxenstierna, your guide.

Your eyes widened, you were stuck with this creepy looking dude; he nodded his head and grunted. You felt like you needed to carry a broom on your person 24/7 if this guy was going to be with you, now you had wished you took up those karate lessons when you were younger. Mr Germania walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving you and this freakishly tall possible son of a murder alone. Then he spoke:

Berwald: staring at you
Let's go have breakfast.

You took back everything you thought about him, his voice was like smooth butter on warm toast; so pleasant and additive. You wanted to hear him talk once more, so you thought of a random question and blurted it out.

You: not thinking
Where is your accent from, it's so sedu--

You bit down on your tongue, there is no way on earth that you were going to finish that sentence; you quickly thought of away to save yourself.

You: blurting out a faking ending to your sentence
It's so s-interesting...

Even though you mentally cringed at your pathetic basic English skills, you were too afraid to even apologies and admit that you found his accent and voice ridiculously appealing.

Berwald: showing little emotion
I'm from Sweden.

You let out an awkward sounding 'oh' and mentally face palmed as you closed your dorm door and walked in silence with him to the other side of the school were the cafeteria was.

...

You looked down at a bowl of porridge that was drizzled in honey and a few blueberries; this is what the cafeteria was serving this morning and it was the first bit of food you had since you got off the plane yesterday. You sat beside Berwald and watched as all the boys walked past while holding their trays; you didn't understand why they were so mesmerised, sure you were the first girl they had seen in over a decade, but you were still human. Berwald seemed rather comfortable around you and didn't seem to make a huge fuss over your existence, but you did catch him staring at you through the corner of his intimidating blue eyes occasionally. Two boys walked over and sat down at the same table as you and Berwald, they seemed like they knew Berwald, but did greet him, only silently began to eat their breakfast. The one with ashy blonde hair and violet eyes quickly glanced up at up and looked straight down when you both locked eyes, he scooted over in his seat a little bit further away from you like you were scary; great now you felt like a scary person. Another set of boys approached you, both appearing to be friendlier; they both were blonde but one was a lot taller than the other and had odd gravity defying spiked hair. The shorter boy greeted Berwald and politely nodded at you, sitting next to Berwald; you assumed that he was just a little bit too nervous to say something to you yet, but still made an effort to seem friendly. The taller boy sat down at the table sitting directly opposite of you and rested his chin on his palm while admiring you, you broke contact with his eyes and looked around the room searching for help. That's when you saw Gilbert getting out of a seat and walked over towards you, he smiled and waved at you; personally you don't like playing the part of the distressed helpless maiden, but the dude that was literally an arm's length away from you and staring at you made you so uncomfortable.

Gilbert: standing next to you
Vell look at this! Looks like mein (my) second cousins are getting to meet jou!

His sentence seemed forced and unnatural, granted you didn't know Gilbert hardly at all, but you couldn't help but think that he was being forced to act a certain way.

Gilbert: smiling
Have jou meet them all properly?

You: gesturing with your head
Berwald.

Gilbert: frowning at his cousins
Vell jou only know him because he is jour guide. (Nudging Mathias to stop him staring at you) Be nice vand say hello.

Mathias: slyly grinning
Hello Elsker (love), I am Mathias!
The one next to me and almost about to have a heart attack is Emil and next to him is Lukas!
And the one next to Berwald is Tino.

Tino: poked his head around Berwald and smiled
Moi! (Hi)

You tried to say 'hello' or 'nice to meet you all', but you just couldn't 'word' things, you were put on the spot all of a sudden and there was too many new people, so you just let out a stressed squeak. You covered your hands over your mouth straight after you squeaked and looked away in shame; Berwald looked over at you and sighed, he wanted to help you, but he didn't know how.

Berwald: staring at you with soft eyes
Do ya' need some fresh air?

You nodded your head and Gilbert go out of your way to let you get up, you walked out of the cafeteria alone; Berwald wasn't sure if he should follow you or not. Mathias pushed his seat away from the table and left the table, trailing behind you like a predator hunting his wounded prey.

Lukas: placing a spoon full of porridge in his mouth
So we're just going to let the Dane torment the confused girl?

...

You sat on a wooden bench staring at a rose bush and brushed a strand of (h/c) out of your face, then you felt weight on the other side of the bench; you could feel a set of eyes burning though your head.

Mathias: goofily smiling
Hey ____!
Can I ask you a question, about girls?

A list of possible questions filled your mind, all you could think is that he is going to ask a question that should only be asked in biology class; you nervously nodded your head.

Mathias: inching closer to you
How do you ask a shy girl, like yourself if they are okay?

Oh... You were not expecting that, he's concerned about you and you both just literally meet less than ten minutes ago. You had to answer him, there is no way he is talking about another girl and how he asked that was in such a cute and caring manner, also really child like.

You: stuttering
I'm. Ok.

Mathias: not sure how to react
I know the words your saying are saying that, but your tone says something else.

You: looking up at him with a soft smile
I'm an easy girl (long breath) Just, shy.

Mathias: happy
Elsker (love), that is the first thing you said normally!
One more question! Is it true that females go 'mean' once a month?

And you were done, you thought that he was a mature boy, but turns out he is very driven by curiosity more than a cat. You got up and walked away, leaving him to stay confused on the wooden bench; class was most likely going to start soon so now seems like a good idea to find Berwald.

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Thank you for reading!

~BlueTimeFly