People like Archer make me so nervous, I'm trying to remain clam on the surface. Since my now bravery back in the classroom has now gone away, and I'm stuck with my anxiety.

I couldn't form words from my vocal cords, I couldn't help but stare into those eyes, those beautiful eyes.

"Don't act like you're not impressed," Archer's voice comes rolling out again, his smile turns to a smirk with an added wink. "Let's be honest Rayna, everyone knows about you."

I look at him, setting my book down on the table before grabbing my belongings and attempting to leave.

Whatever Archer had to say, its not like I didn't have the time but to me, I was already a nuisance to everyone around me and didn't want my problems to be brought up in public.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Archer days from behind me, he grabs a hold of my straps on my bag, stopping me in my tracks.

I don't dare turn around to look at him, I didn't want to be that girl who allows a guy like Archer to put me in the spotlight. I had enough of that light, enough to last me forever.

"I just wanted to get to know The Rayna Evans." His voice disembodied, as if I wasn't a person but a show. His own personal show that in some way we are a like, and I had to prove a met his expectations of me.

I finally muster up the courage to turn around, he releases my bag and I stagger back not noticing how close of proximity we are. "The Rayna Evans died, along with my mother." I state, before turning and avoiding any sort of look that would appear on his face and continue to walking away.

To where? I don't know. But outside looks pleasant today, enough sunshine to let me get some air.

As I enter the outside, I breath in the beautiful fresh air and notice a large boulder against a beautiful cherry blossoms tree and sit alongside it in the beautiful trimmed grass.

I didn't want anything to do with someone, who made me feel like I needed to meet their expectations of meeting Rayna Evans the human metronome.

I can never escape that, I'll constantly be defying people because I can't stand the person my mom brought me up to be. I was always so sure of Rayna Evans, but without my mom, I'm just Rayna the nervous one.

How much of a coward I was there, in front of Archer? Was it because I had no relationship to look up too, love was a word I've always been afraid was tossed around to lightly and that my closes interaction with a male was Charlie and he was nothing but a big over protective brother over me.

I'm such an insecure freak, and if I could I'd crawl into a big ball and just cry until I couldn't breath.

A fruity voice speaks up behind me, "And to think I was going to have to pay my own lunch!"

I turn to see Blaze, slummed against the other side of the rock I was leaving against.

"How'd you find me?" I asked, my voice croaky from my last train of thought.

Blaze looks up at the sun, "Well nobody is ever outside, we are typically inside studying or practicing." He uses his hands to motions banging on the drums.

"So I'm the odd one out?" I squeal out, embarrassed yet again from my willing to be alone.

"Far from it, I come out here all the time. Schools and classrooms are too stuffy sometimes," He moves to stand up, approaching me from the side and holding his hands up to help me up, "My stomach has been growling for ages, can we go eat?"

I responded by taking his hands and pulling myself up, "Sure, where too?"

"The hotdog stand of course, best dogs in the city!" Blaze laughs, sticking his hands awkwardly into his front pockets.

I wanted to tell him about Archer, but I couldn't bring myself to go on about myself or my problems more than I have today.

"Hey Blaze, why are you taking on a such a heavy course this year?" I ask, hopefully not being to noisy. "Sorry if that's to intrusive, it's probably none of my business."

We continue walking outside on a path that Blaze directs me to follow, "You aren't being intrusive at all." His voice meek, as if nobody could hear him.

"My grandfather past away last year," Blaze begins, "He wasn't just my grandpa but he was like a father to me, my Mom was very young, my father was older, much older."

Blaze voice trembles, before he continues, "And when he found out my mother was pregnant and wasn't getting an abortion he was furious. He left town, and didnt look back. My Mom, died during child birth and made sure that left me with my Grandpa to take after me. He raised me, taught me how to dance, and went to every single recital." Tears brim Blaze's eyes, but it never release among his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry Blaze, that must be impact your life pretty hard when he passed away." I grab a hold of his shoulder, and gave it a light squeeze.

Blaze grabs a hold of my hand, and gives a light squeeze back. "Thanks Rayna," he sighs, "But he would be glad to know that I'm living my best life for him!"

The hotdog stand comes into view, Blaze smiles turn even bigger as if I couldn't get any larger. "You must really love the hotdog stand." I point out, as he begins to skip towards it.

I run towards him, as he hands me a delicious hotdog dressed up to the nines. "It's on me," Blaze gleams, "it's your first day, my treat!"

I threaten him telling him I don't have to pay, but he goes along and tells me to forget about it.

As we continue walking back to school, I can't help but think about what Archer truly meant that everyone knows about me. Blaze didn't seem like he knew who I was, and I didn't get excessive looks down the hall or the library.

"Where's your mind just go to?" Blaze ask, his voice rather muffled from the last remaining bit of hotdog.

I thought about telling Blaze, but I would be judging his character. Did he know who I was but just pretend not to care?

"I ran in Archer," I said breathlessly.

Blaze turns his head towards me, "I thought something was bothering you." He says softly, "But honestly Rayna, don't pay attention to him. He really likes to get under the skin, I mean ever since him and Naomi broke up he's just looking for an excuse to make her jealous."

Naomi, why does that name sound so familiar. I pause before we enter the school, "Blaze," the words escape my mouth, "Are you talking about Naomi Lane?"

Blaze nods his head in agreement, "Do you know her?"

Know her? Hell she was my competition.