You were already stressed with the amount of work you got for school. You hae a science project due tomorrow, an narrative essay due Friday, and algebra homework due tonight. It was only the 3rd week of school. Maybe junior year wasn’t as fun as it sounded.

You were scrambling down the crowded hallways that were packed with freshmans, freaking out where their classes were, the seniors trying to hit on those freshman, and the populars girls whose arms were linked with each other’s.

You pushed your way through and finally made it to your locker, turning the dial to your combination but it didn’t work.

“What the hell…?” You muttered under your breath, tugging at the locker and banging your hand against it.

“Trying to break into my locker, I see?” A soft yet deep voice said from beside you.

You tilted your head back to see a rather tall boy leaned up against the lockers, looking down at you with a hint of amusement in his dark brown eyes that his black hair was trying to cover from being so messy.

He was lean but you could tell he worked out. He was wearing dark blue jean jorts, a grey t-shirt, and a brown jacket that matched his brown converses. He had a black lip ring tht matched his black cross necklace and the tattoo he had on his arm that you guessed went up to his bicep. From what you see, it look liked vines.

“You’re locker?” You asked confusingly.

“Yes, my locker. Number 2036.” He said, motioning to the number. You immediately looked at it, 2036.

“Oh…” You said softly, yours was 2046.