It's the first day of school here. I miss Kyle, he hasn't text me or called me. It's been almost a week.

I guess he didn't see in me what I saw in him, a beautiful, broken, gorgeous human being.

I heard we had a new student too, a couple of them actually. I sure do hope that he is one of them.

We are in homeroom and still so sign of my lost boy. It upsets me that I probably won't ever see him again.

The bell rings and everybody sits down to listen to the morning announcements that we are going to hear every morning for the rest of our high school years. The seat on the left of me is empty, but in the one on the right of me Claire sits.

My best and only friend Claire is lost in her boyfriend Jake's eyes. She has barely even talked to me, yet. Then again 1st period hasn't even started yet so I could at least give her a chance to snap the hell out of it. They have been on and off for the longest time. It seems that Claire is addicted to him as if he is a syringe filled with herion.

After the announcements are dismissed, the classroom door opens. My mouth drops open in to a perfect O.

There he is, oh my god. All of the attention goes to the front of the room where Kyle stands. He looks around until he see's me. Our eyes stay locked until Mr. Wilson introduces him to the entire class. Then Kyle looks around the rest of the room.

I see a couple of whore's gauking over Kyle already. I wonder if he notices them. It doesn't seem like he has, I hope he hasn't.

After Kyle waves to everybody and gives them a shy smile he wanders to the seat beside me. Everybodies eyes follow Kyle. When they see that he has chosen to sit beside me of all people, they look surprised.

He must be used to this kind of attention. He doesn't even acknowledge the fact most of the kids are still looking at him. Except for Claire, she has only glanced at him just to look back at Jake. She must be head over heals for that son of a bitch.

As Kyle sits beside me gracefully, he winks at me, which makes me flush. "Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't contacted you. When I was leaving the airport with my grandparents, they took my phone and said that I wasn't aloud to have it. That if I wanted to talk to anyone, I would have to do it the way they had to in the old days", he whispers through his clutched teeth, hoping that no one would hear him. I roll my eyes playfully and give him an it's-okay-smile. Then I give all of my attention to the front of the classroom. Sorta.