A few hours later, we’re in math class, doing Algebra l, and someone knocks on the door. The teacher sighs with irritation, and opens the door. I'm not able to see who the new comer is, but can clearly hear Mr.Cartwright yelling in his french accent.

“The first day of school, and you're already late!”

“I know mr Carteight, it won't happen again,” I hear the deep soft voice chuckle.

The next thing I know the newcomer is sitting right behind me. His soft emerald eyes are in his backpack, which he didn’t have time to put up. He sighed and looked at me. His pitch black hair falling in his face. He must have had trouble putting it in a ponytail because several strands are sticking out.

“Hey, hello?” I hear him calling.

I snap out of my tranz and ask him to repeat himself, like a fool.

“I said, can I borrow a pencil, I forgot to get some,” he blushes. When he smiles, I can feel myself go weak, and I struggle to give him my pencil. His fingers brush against mine as he takes it, and I gasp. It was louder than I expected. He looks at me for a few seconds and then chuckles lightly.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah im fine,” it’s now my turn to blush.

He gets back to work, as I do too. Around thirty minutes later, I can hear him growl with frustration.

“This is too hard,” I hear him mumble.

“Do you need help?” I ask without thinking.

He looks away in embarrassment thinking, and nods after a couple of minutes.

“The reason your having trouble is because you want X all by itself,” I whisper.

He looks at me, and I can see that he’s studying me instead.

“Did they leave you by yourself too?” He whines.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he turns away.

An hour later we’re working on math together, and the bell rings right when we finish an equation

“Welp that’s the bell,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Your not much of a talker are you?”

“Its compli-,” I'm interrupted by the teacher.

“Both of you out! You don't want to be late,” he yells in a raspy voice.

We both laugh quietly, and move on with our day.

Another two hours later its lunch time. Since I like to eat alone, I go outside to eat. I sit at a nearby bench, an see the newcomer leaning on a wall next to it. I just realized I never got his name. My thoughts scatter when Connor plops onto the seat next to me, blocking my view.

"Hey," he starts.

The boy stares a us and just walks away. I turn my attention to my uninvited guest. The silly smile on his face isn't as warm as the boy's but still gives some comfort.

"hey," I reply.

"What were you looking at? " He turns around.

"Nothing, I was just watching the birds, " I answer.

A crow comes swooping in nearly knocking Connor off the bench, as soon as I finish my sentences.

"What the hell!" he yells.

I laugh to myself, as he regains his balance.

"Damn animal," he mutters.