It was your first day at a new school. Saying you were nervous was an understatement. Your hands trembled, your mind was floaded with thoughts.

You would have to start over, new friends, new teachers, everything. This was a new beginning to your end.

You walked in your first hour class, an english class. It seemed like everyone had their own groups, or at least had someone. You had no one at all, not here, not now.

The only available seat was in the middle against the wall. Near a boy, a curly blonde haired boy. He was kind of cute, though you wouldn't admit it.

You sit down, ignoring the looks you get by people nearby. You hear one of his friends call him Walker, so you assume that's his name.

Walker watch you sit down, the teacher had mentioned a new student arriving today. He assumed you were the one she spoke of.

He couldn't deny that you were pretty. Anyone with eyes could see that, of course he wouldn't just out right say that. That would be so awkward!

He hears one of his friends call his name, so he turns to hear what they're saying. The back of his mind still focused on you. He was seated right beside you, the desks pushed together. One move and your shoulders would brush, which even the thought of that filled him with an unknown warmth.