J.D stepped off his motorbike, taking in the new scenery around him. It was your stereotypical high school, and he should know, seeing as he’s been to at least fifty.
He glanced around at all of the students. Most in little groups with their friends, laughing and talking about the latest gossip. A sigh escaped his lips. Nothing was different. Everything was the same.
He kind of missed Veronica. The thrill and chase she had given him. It was a bummer when she managed to shoot him down and defuse the bomb. Oh well. Maybe he’ll try again some other time.
The boy walked up the steps to his new school, his black trenchcoat flowing like a cape behind him. Maybe students were looking and pointing. He didn’t care. He’d be gone in a week.
That’s when he saw her.
She was sitting under a tree with a book in her hand. Her forehead was crinkled in concentration. Her Y/H/C hair was practically shining in the sunlight.
His breath hitched and his heart seemed to be a million miles an hour. Oh no. Not another girl. Not another Veronica.
As if sensing his anxiety and panic, she looked up, making eye contact with him. J.D quickly turned his head and walked into the school building. He was just going to have to avoid her.
The day seemed to go by slower than normal. He had fallen asleep in third period, gotten a detention. The teacher already hated him. Just the regular cycle.
By fifth period, J.D was practically itching to leave the school. He hated doing all of this. Sitting in a small classroom and forced to work.
Sixth period came along. He thought about skipping, running straight out of the back doors. Then she sat beside him.
“Hi,” Her voice was soft and welcoming. “I saw you this morning and figured that you’re new.”
J.D nodded, trying to be as distant as he could.
She smiled and stuck out her hand. “I’m Y/N.” After waiting a few seconds for him to shake it, she slowly pulled it back. His copy of Moby Dick shined into the corner of her eye.
“Moby-Dick? That’s what I’m reading.” Y/N said. “It’s one of my favorites. When did you start reading?”
J.D sighed. This girl wasn’t going to leave him alone. “About a month ago, back at my old school.”
“Where did you go?” She asked.
“Westerburg High.” He replied.
Y/N nodded for a few minutes. “Would you have happened to have met anyone named Heather McNamara?”
“Yeah, I think I heard her name once of twice.” J.D was confused on how Y/N knew Heather. Wait. Did she know Veronica?
A smile stretched across her face. “That’s my cousin.”
Oh shit. Of course it is.
J.D plastered a fake smile on his face to try and hide his now decreasing panic. Veronica hadn’t told anyone. That was good.
For the rest of the class period, Y/N kept managing to find new things to talk about. At first, it annoyed J.D to his core. This girl just really knew how to make his stomach flutter and he hated it.
But then, after a while, it was nice.
She wasn’t like Veronica. She wasn’t gloomy and depressed. Her outlook on life was the most optimistic thing he’d ever heard. This girl still had hope. He had never seen that before.