#gold49

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" 

This is so stupid, Imogen thought. She didn't understand why all of her teachers thus far had felt compelled to make her stand up at the front of the room and introduce herself. It hadn't been fun in first hour, and it certainly hadn't gotten any better as time passed. It was third hour now, and the exercise had become more tedious than anything else. "Imogen" she said, voice almost bored as she gazed out at the class before her, looking at no one in particular. 

She knew that how she introduced herself would impact how people saw her and therefore whether the inevitable gossip about her was good or bad, but beyond making sure she didn't mumble or make herself look like a particularly easy target, she couldn't quite bring herself to care. Sure, this was exactly the kind of school she'd longed to go to for years now, but the reasons behind the transfer more than negated any positive emotions associated with it. 

"Welcome, Imogen. There's a free space next to Eli, why don't you take a seat?" the teacher encouraged, causing Imogen to have to force herself not to roll her eyes. There was only one empty seat in the room, so there really wasn't any need for the teacher to mention the name of the student it was beside, save for a lame attempt at getting an introduction out of the way for her. She meandered in the direction of the empty desk she'd seen when everyone had filed in, eyes widening when she caught sight of the dark haired boy beside it.

Disappointed? I’m not sure who else you’d be expecting. I actually meant Baby Baker, but whatever. Come on, don’t brush me off so quickly. I don’t take no for an answer. Who have you been talking to anyway? Friendship club people? Not a smart move.

No, not disappointed. I just, well, I thought he was just kidding. Oh, in that case, I would appreciate you not calling me that. It's either Becky or Rebecca, although I prefer Becky of the two. Well there's a first time for everything, isn't there? Does it really matter to you with whom I hang out with? I'll have you know that the friendship club is actually a very nice group, especially to be around, so I think it's a very smart move as opposed to being around those girls who hang on you guys. 

My vision is perfectly fine and what I saw was him being aggressive towards you. Fiona, I know what I saw. I’m not trying to pry but I’m worried about you.

Then I don't know what to tell you because you're blowing this way out proportion. Yes, we were arguing and he got very upset but that's all there is to it. Why are you worried about me? Honestly, you're getting yourself worked up when you don't have to. I'm okay.