Rory sighed impatiently as she aggressively fiddled with her locker, attempting to get it to unlock. "You need some help?" You ask, raising a brow at the new girl. You've never seen her around before and you couldn't help but pity Tristan Dugray had already been picking on the new girl.

"Yes, please." Rory says flatly as she moves over to give you space to unlock it. You enter her locker combination and jiggle the handle a bit. It opens. "There you go."

"How'd you do that?" Rory asks, astonished as she sets her books inside of her locker. You shrug, there really wasn't much to opening stuck lockers other than jiggling the handle so you just assumed she'd figure it out at some point. "Wait..." Rory murmured, furrowing her brow, tilting her head to the side a bit. "You were in my class earlier, right? The test?" She asked a little embarrassed. You nod, placing your hands into your pockets.

"So you saw...the whole...thing?" Rory asked, embarrassed. The thing Rory was referring to was her little meltdown in the test room— yelling at Tristan— but you couldn't blame the girl, Tristan was definitely being a total jerk towards her.