Try for Me.

Day Two:

Noelle wasn't happy that I didn't attend the party last night. But I didn't want to, I need to focus on my school, and besides I spent my night crying. I glance at my schedule, letting out a sigh. Psychology was my first class, and that was a relief. I am glad I got this class.

"Well," Aiden smirks. "Looks like we have a class together."

"Awesome," I sigh, taking a seat next to him.

"You didn't come out last night," he states the obvious.
"I was a little disappointed, wanted to see you."

"Had a rough night," I yawn.

"Looks like it," he sighs. "Everything okay?"

"Could be better, to be honest," I sincerely answer.

"Don't worry about it, love," he wraps his arm around me, and kissed my head.
"It'll always get better."

"We'll see about that," I mutter, pushing him away.
"I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

"Everyone knows I want you, V." Great.
"So don't even think about them."

"I don't want you, Aiden," I blatantly reject him.

"For now," he shifted his spot in his chair to where he's facing forward.

"Good evening class, this year we will be going through many different styles of psychology. If you want to become a counselor, criminal analysis, even work for child services, or of course the obvious psychologist, you are in the right class. We touch all of those styles, and I assure that at the end of this year, you wont look at yourself the same way. Everyone will come up, one a time, and introduce yourself. I want to see what type of people I have in my class this year," our teacher was young, and I questioned her ability to teach us properly due to her age.

"I am Aiden, as you all already know. I am excited for this senior year, and getting things done for my future. What else do you want to know?" Aiden turned the to the teacher.

"Your demeanor, tone, and attire tell me everything I need to know," she explains, while writing something down on a piece of paper. Her eyes land on me, with a small smile. "You're next."

"Great," I whisper, slowly getting out of my chair. I shift my eyes to everyone in the class, with a small wave, and turn to her. "I am Vivian, V or Viv, I'm new, and I like...ugh. Well, to be alone."

"Interesting thing to indulge on your first day," she replies, leaning forward.

"Well, I just want everyone to know that. So the gossip passes me by," I sounded so dumb and I knew it.

"Basically in better terms, you wish to just come to class and do well, just that. Instead of falling into the typical high school girl stereotype, you'd rather just succeed without all the unnecessary attention?" She questions, at which I nod. "You respect authority more than others." She turned her attention to Aiden, then back at me. "Thank you, and I look forward to seeing what else I can find out about you. Take a seat."

That class was the longest two hours of my life. I thought modeling was bad, I didn't realize that she was going to continue to drill us about our personal lives, one by one. Then have us write a full detail report on our favorite colors, style, music, and even what we're looking for in a significant other. It was very interesting to say the least.

"That was cool, huh?" Aiden skipped beside me.

"I guess," I shake my head. "Shit was a bit intense for me."

"You don't do good under pressure," he snickers.
"Kind of fun that way."

"Aiden, shut up," I scoff.

"Now, now," he playfully pouts. "Why so mean to me?"

"Oh gosh," I shake my head, feeling butterflies in my stomach. No. Hell no.

"What's wrong,Viv?" He quirked a brow with a smile.
"You getting turned on."

"And it's gone, thankfully," I thought aloud as I walked off.

"Wait, what class do you have next?" He questions, quickly following me.

"Physical education," I formally answer.

"Same here, isn't that interesting. They give us an hour in between so we can go change, you know?" He questions, leading me to the gym. "But first we have to get our uniform."

"Lovely," I stand beside him, as much as I didn't want to. But only because I really had no idea what else I would do.

"Size?" The person blatantly questioned, it was a guy too. Didn't they have a female for this? "Do I need a translator? What size are you?" Rude ass.

"Medium pants, and large shirt," I mutter, shifting away.

"Large shirt?" he laughs.
"Size medium!"

"Hey," I groan. He handed me the bag with a wink.

"Let's not hide that body, or breasts..." he whispered.
"Next!"

I stalk away with aggravation, how fucking annoying was that? I can't believe he can get by with doing something like that. I stalk to my dorm and try the clothes on, and although the medium fit, it hugged me too well and I want to be comfortable. I was beyond annoyed now.