If no one knew each other, someone might choose me as a friend. But if many people knew each other, no one would pay attention to me.
The only one who paid attention to me was the head teacher.
Caleb's family greeted the head teacher and wanted him to arrange for Caleb to sit with Clara. There were several reasons.
Firstly, Clara had good grades and could help Caleb with his studies.
Secondly, Clara had always been Caleb's desk mate with no romantic relationship between them. The Moore family thus felt relieved. It was their unilateral perception as far as I was concerned.
Thirdly, and most importantly, Caleb had always been causing trouble! The Moore family members were always calm. They couldn't stand him making a scene or even threatening to do all kinds of things. They'd better satisfy him quickly. After all, they only had to inform the head teacher.
But this time, regardless of the Moore family's instructions in advance, Caleb's red hair and Troy's green hair, which was even more eye-catching, infuriated the head teacher. After all, he had just started the job and wanted to lead an excellent class, so he got angry. He criticized the two of them and demanded that they not enter the classroom tomorrow if they didn't dye their hair back to black. After that, he arranged for Caleb to sit with me for the first time.
The head teacher said, "Libby Carter, go to the side of Caleb in the sixth row, group one."
Libby Carter was my name.
It was good that the head teacher noticed me. At that moment, I wanted to hide somewhere.
I felt that the boys who were familiar with Caleb were looking at me as if they were saying, "Did this girl do something?"
For the first time, the distance between the sixth row from my current position was so far. I felt that maybe I was walking awkwardly at this moment.
Caleb stared at me meaningfully. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.
I prayed in my heart, "Don't talk to me, thank you."
But he talked to me.
He said, "Do you listen to music?"
Caleb was not the type of person with eye-catching facial features. In a novel, he should be the second male lead. He was not stunning, but he was refreshing. With a pair of charming eyes, he looked particularly handsome when he smiled. The sense of carefreeness was exclusive to him.
After saying so, he, who had been smiling pretentiously, smiled normally.