Jeremy was so in too deep with his non-mutual conversation with you that he hardly noticed the three girls approaching your table. The whirlwind of activity that surrounded ceased its existence. Silence.

His sentence was cut short when one of the three cleared their throats. He shut his mouth tight, with wide eyes, like he was in a crime scene.

One of them, a coal-black, short-haired girl wore a brown jacket and a grey shirt with a circular symbol. She seemed not as mean compared to the other two, like she's the odd one out, with those warm eyes of hers.

Another had pearl-white hair that cut off from her shoulders and wore a black shirt under a white lab coat. Her half-closed eyes reminded you of daffodils and even looked as though they were glowing. Is she... a robot?

The last one had a pair of thin-framed spectacles that were placed in front of her emerald eyes, she wore clothes mostly consisting of shades of lavender and her hair, like the previous one, was shoulder-length. You assumed she was their "leader".

They stared at you expectantly, with their arms folded across their chests and their shoes tapping the floor impatiently. The leader towered over, arms akimbo.

"Ugh, look at this unintelligent moron..." The white-haired girl's tone reminded you of a robot's, monotonous, rolling her amber eyes.

"Err, that's your cue to leave," The girl with the brown jacket, smiling crookedly.

"Shut up, Alyx!" The raven-haired girl snapped in her direction

"Sorry, Pauline," 'Alyx' shrunk behind the group.

You raised an eyebrow, it felt like you were watching Heathers with 3-D glasses on. Huh, if this were a book, the author must be really lazy, using cookie-cut characters and clichés.

"(Y/N), we need ta go..." He said, tugging your sleeve with his free hand. You got up anyway, for his sake. If he were not in this picture, you would have stood your ground. Upon returning your trays of unfinished food, he brought you to what looks like the school's garden.

The outdoor garden had a couple of face-to-face wooden swings, the usual garden plants, and the fish pond. It was a blissful serenity.

"Ya shouldn't get in the way of those gals, (Y/N). They can ruin your rep for all they care. Their parents are part of the Student Board!"

He got on the wooden swing, "But forget about that! Hop in! This swing's fun ta play with! Didja know one a' the seniors swung so hard, they broke it!"

Seniors? Of all people.

A smile crept up on you before 'hopping on' the swing.

"Ya should smile more, y'know? And also, do ya have any way I can talk ta ya- Oh, wait! I know!" He fumbled with something in his jacket pocket before whipping out a small notebook and a pencil. Before giving it to you, he scribbled something on the last page of it with a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"Here, ya can use this. My ma bought it for me on my birthday, I had spent a lotta time thinking of a purpose for it and I think I finally know. A bit embarrassing to tell ya, but please write simple words... I fail my English reading too many times."

He handed it to you. The corners of your lips turned upwards, stifling a giggle.

"Aw c'mon, some people just need to learn at their own paces."

You thought for a while what should be the first words you should write on this notebook and words that could actually be easily comprehended before writing them down with bold strokes.

Thank you for making my first day special, Jeremy. :)

The pencil-written words brought a smile to him upon reading it. A blush formed on your face when you took in the sight of his sun-kissed face.

"No bother- Oh crap! We need ta go now!"

Your happiness, short-lived. He made a mad dash to his classroom without telling you if you could keep the book. As you took quick steps to your Math classroom, you flipped through the last page of the palm-sized notebook. On it, he wrote, 'Keep this notebook, I won't be needing it. -From the one and only, Jeremy :D', followed by a string of numbers.

Oh, you slick bastard.

You looked crazy grinning to yourself as you arrived in class at the nick of time. After school, you were definitely going to message that number (not call obviously). You hid the notebook in your pocket as the teacher entered the class.

Now it was time to be flung back into hell once more.