Quick Transmigration: Counterattack And Rescue System

The one in charge of our class was a boy, which was weird because the vast majority of the students in that position were girls. He was a boy a little taller than me, with dark hair and an almost perfect facial structure. His lips were fleshy but firm, his eyes were of an emerald green that hypnotizes and that were hidden under glasses of thick paste that gave him that touch of intelligence, and finally he had a pair of dimples that when smiling would conquer many girls. Luca was without a doubt the most d.e.s.i.r.ed boy in the class. He was even in the top ten of the most handsome in the institute. Even Marielle had a little crush on him before her world collapsed.

-Yes, I'm fine, thank you very much for asking.- I expressed with a shy smile.

-I'm glad.-He replied returning my smile. "Too bright!"

-Luca, since I've been sick, could you tell me until what page the teachers taught? I don't want to stay behind, much less stand out in class. - I said with a little more strength in the voice and not so shy.

-Of course. Wait for me to retrieve the agenda, there I have everything written down. One minute, it won't take much longer. - Without saying anything else he went to his place, one of the two desks located in front of the teacher. He searched his backpack and took out what I assumed was the agenda he had told me. After finding the agenda, he came to me.

-Well, I'm going to start dictating, you better write it down somewhere. The digital notebook you have there is certainly a good option.- And after waiting for me to get ready to write, he began to tell me little by little everything he had written on the subject.

-Thanks, Luca. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I should do the homework they sent. - And after telling him that I took out the book of the first subject of the day and began to turn its pages. - This is the page. Let's see ... this is the first exercise.

-Marielle, you were sick, the teacher will not tell you anything about you not doing the homework. After all, you had to go to the hospital. - Luca told me a little worried.

-Yes I know. Thank you for worrying, but since before the school year began I decided to keep up both the homework that will be necessary to submit as well as the schemes that I will use to study for the exams. Starting to leave things for the last minute could ultimately cost me the school year. And that is something that I will not allow.

-What an applied person you are. Since you plan to do your homework now it will be better if I don't bother you anymore.- He turned to leave but turned again. - By the way, the cologne you use suits you very well. I'm sorry if what I'm going to tell you sounds... ugh... bad, but when you smell your perfume, it gives me a sense of peace... Where could I buy it for my mother?

-Today I don't wear perfume... - I told Luca blushing and in a small voice while I ducked my head so as not to see him.

He scratched his head in shame, then he apologized quickly and returned to his place where he quickly took out one of the books and began to study.

"What a cute boy... He is so shy. It's like a little ocelot. Have you seen how he turned red when I told him that I wasn't wearing any fragrance?" I talked mentally with Alphy while making it look like I was doing something in my digital notebook.

[I already knew that you were not so shy. You are a very direct person.]

"Of course I'm not like that. If it weren't because our adorable Marielle had barely had contact with boys her age, I wouldn't act this way. Keep in mind that her parents, and even her brother, are super protective of her princess and have instilled her that the boys are bad. Having conversations that were not 'formal' conversions like homework or other subjects like that were a big no. That's why my shyness and low voice when answering him. We have to change that from Marielle, we'll start shyly and when we gain confidence we will be much more direct. "

[Excellent. Now if you stop thinking about stroking his head like a cat, it would be better.] - Alphy told me grumbling.

"Hey! Let me think about it. It's not like I'm going to get up and go there to stroke his head." I expressed him making a small grimace of disp.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

-Do you need help?

I was startled by the sudden voice. After calming down a bit, I looked at the person who had spoken to me and whom I had not heard enter the class. Fleur was looking at me a few centimeters from my table. "You could have notified me of her arrival. A little more and I almost scream of fright."

-No thanks. I was distracted by something else. - I said to her smiling a little.

[I tried to warn you but you were so distracted imagining your classmate as a cat that you weren't going to listen to me.]

"Shut up! I can't focus on the conversation." - Have you already familiarized yourself with the closest facilities?

-Yes. As there was little time left for classes to begin, I decided to come. Were you looking at the problems the math teacher sent yesterday? They are not very difficult, if you need help you can tell me.

-Okay thank you, now if you'll excuse me, I think it would be better if I get down to work. - I told Fleur subtly indicating that she leave me alone.

-Oh, I going to sit at this desk here in case you need me - She said pointing to the desk to my right.

-Thank you. - I replied.

Then I started doing the homework I had in front of me. "It is better to do homework and ignore her than to have any conversation with her."

***

I could'nt believe it, the young woman who had appeared before and whose name was Marielle, was almost the same as me. "We could almost be twin sisters. Change her hair color, makeup and teach her to be like me, and the world would have two people the same as two drops of water."

I stared at her. She was so focused on her homework that I doubted she even felt the look so shameless that I was giving her. She was almost as tall as I was, her brown hair shone brightly with the window light, her figure focusing on duties that she didn't have to make, made her look like a responsible and hardworking person.

"A pity that she is so studious. She doesn't seem like a person who knows how to enjoy life, go out to party, go out with friends to have some chocolate and caramel frappucinos decorated with cream and sprinkles, go shopping almost every afternoon among doing other activities. Rather she seems one of those rich ladies who think that others are just servants or something like that. "

I sighed deeply and looked away from Marielle.

"I better not join her much. In the few times we have had a conversation she has answered me politely but cold. Although having searched for information about her family on the Internet it does not surprise me. Her family is super rich, more that the majority, included mine, surely her parents have taught her to look over the shoulder to people who are poorer than her. So I better not make friends with her, because if we were friends I would only be for she like a pet she has to take care of." I looked at the clock.

"Well, there are only five minutes left before the bell rings and I can go back to my place. But even though I don't want to be her friend, I should first ask her about her perfume. This one smells really good and if I buy it I am sure it will fit me better." When I thought that, I didn't realize that a smile had shown on my lips. It was a smile of satisfaction.

-Marielle, what perfume do you use? It smells really good. Like peonies. Where you bought it? - I asked feeling anxious inside.

-As I told Luca. -She said pointing at the only boy in the class. -I don't wear perfume. And my shower products smell like caramel, not peonies. - Finally she replied by gently tilting her head to the side.

-Oh.

"If you don't want to tell me, don't tell me, but don't lie to me. Such a smell can't be your body smell." I thought to myself even having to smile at her. "Do not believe yourself superior for having such a colony. I will find a much better one, you will see, and when you ask me, I will not tell you where I bought it."

And with no time for more talk, the bell that had to ring rang and more students entered the class and sat in their seats.