"Who's that girl?" someone asks, pointing to me.
"Don't talk to her, she's weird," another replies. The third person in the group shoves the two people who spoke previously.
"You shouldn't say that, she's super nice," the third boy argues. The first boy who spoke turns to the third.
"How do you know?" he questions. The third boy turns to me and smiles. He probably noticed that I was listening.
"I'll prove it to you," he tells them. He moves his hands gesturing to me to "come over". I walk over to the three boys and smile. I plant my feet in front of the three. The first two boys eyeballing me with there brave determined eyes. "Miss River, these are my friends, this is Josh Kilo." He points to the first boy. He has short jet black hair with matching deep brown determined eyes. He has a sharp jawline that forms his face. His lips are smaller than most of the boy's lips, but they are still fairly full. His skin is tan and looks like he is always outside. The way he has his hair is side swept and gelled over to keep it like that. His lips don't even form a smile, they're far from it, probably because I'm there. He has grey sweatpants on, maybe for running, I'm not entirely sure. He has a simple white t-shirt on and a grey jacket over it. The jacket is the same color as the pants. For his shoes, he has plain white tennis shoes on. The laces are tied into perfect bows. They looked identical. He just glared at me with his tree bark brown eyes. I glared at him with my light grey ones. "And this is Jason Nole." The third boy points to the second. Jason doesn't look like he wants me to be there, just like the Josh. Jason has flaming red hair and bright blue eyes. He has his hair almost covering his right eye, but it just swoops right past it. His face is a lot smoother looking than his friend's. He is pale, unlike Josh. His scowl matches his friend's. He has black jeans on. They have three holes on each pant leg. He has a plain black jacket on. It's zipped up, so I can't tell what kind of shirt he is wearing. He has the same style of shoes as Josh, but instead of white they are black. He must be a major edgelord. He doesn't have a smile, but he must have the same reason why, me. I scowl back at both of them.
"And you are?" I ask the third boy. He gives me a shocked look, but then relaxes. He must have realized that he didn't tell me his name.
"Oh, yes, how rude of me. My name is Christopher, Christopher Lang," the third boy says with a pleasant tone. He has a gentle smile that is formed on his soft gentle face. He is not pale, like Jason, but he isn't tan, like Josh, he is between both skin tones. His hair is a dark brown. It's like tree bark after a rainstorm. He has his dark hair cut into an undercut style. He has a plain black sweater and black dress pants on. To match the fancier style, his shoes are black dress shoes, with black dress socks. He is taller than his friends, which are both the same height.
"Christopher, that's a lovely name," I tell him. I wasn't lying. It truly is a nice name. If I was a guy I would want my name to be Christopher. Well, my name is Jax, which is a guy's name, but whatever. I smile at him. My smile shows my teeth. My teeth are fairly sharp, and because of this I've been called a vampire most of my life. It doesn't bother me, but it's just annoying. Sometimes I wish I was a vampire, so I can suck the assholes of this world's blood. Josh and Jason look even more discussed with me, if that is even possible.
"Why thank you, your name is beautiful," he tells me. His friends look shocked at him. I smile and can feel my face start to heat up. I rarely get compliments, but when I do they are normally as jokes, somehow I know he really means it.
"Y-you're welcome, and thank you," I reply. Oh great, I stuttered, but whatever.
"Stupid girl is nervous," Josh comments. Christopher's smile drops to a frown. He turns to his jet black haired friend and punches him in the arm. He turns back to me and smiles again. "What the hell dude?"
"That's a warning shot, next time I'm going to hit your face," he answers kindly. It's so strange that someone can be as kind as him, but he did just punch his friend in the arm, but he only did it because his friend was being an asshole.
"Why did you even hit me?" Josh asks angrily.
"I hit you because that's no way to talk to a lady," he answers. The first bell rings, interrupting our conversation. I wave them goodbye, but before I could leave Christopher hands me a piece of paper. I take it and run to homeroom. I sit down in my regular seat in the left corner of the small bland classroom. In the classroom there is about thirty desks. Each desk is filled with a student. The teacher's desk sat in front of each column. The whiteboard hung behind the desk. I looked at the neatly folded paper that I was handed a little while ago. I unfolded it gently, so I wouldn't rip the delicate paper. On the paper, written in perfect cursive, was:

Dear Miss River,

It is me Christopher Lang, I would like to give you my phone number, so may keep in contact. My cellular number is 760-989-6668. Please message me.
Sincerely,

Christopher Lang

(A/n) please don't call that number. I made it up. I don't want a random person to get called if the number is real. Thank you. ~Tiny

When did he even write this? Why is he being so formal? What the hell is wrong with this guy? I sigh to myself and pull out my phone. He was the first person to be nice to me, since first grade, so I might as well text him. I add the contact to my phone, but I make his contact name 'Fancy Dork'. I know it's not nice, but no one will know. I start texting him.

Christopher's POV

"What did you write on that paper?" Jason asks me. I hate him sometimes, but he is my friend and I love him to death.
"My number," I answer. His face blossomed with disgust. "What's wrong with that?"
"She's crazy," he tells me. I stare at his bright blue eyes.
"She is not. I've been in each of her classes, since first grade, it's sad that she doesn't remember me, but I did only talk to her in first grade. She was super sweet to me and she still seems to be the same person that she was back then," I tell him. His eyes light up.
"Oh, I didn't know," he replies. He turns away from me and talks to Josh. My pocket buzzes. It's my phone. It's a text that reads:

(760-888-9890): Hello, it's me, Jax. The girl you just gave your number too.

I smile at the text. It's great that she texted me. I quickly add her contact. I make it 'River Princess'. It's what I used to call her before I met Josh and Jason in second grade. It makes me feel bad that I abandoned her like that, but it doesn't matter now, I get to talk to her again. She is the same sweet kind river princess that I used to know. I respond to her text.

(A/n) Hello, me again. RP is going to stand for River Princess and C is going to stand for Christoper. Thanks for understanding. ~Tiny

C: Hello, Miss River, I'm overjoyed that you have decided to contact me.

RP: I had to, if I didn't I would have felt bad.

C: Oh, well, I'm still glad that you have messaged me.

RP: Why are you doing this?

C: Doing what, may I ask?

RP: You are being so nice to me, why?

C: Because you deserve it, Miss River.

RP: Shut up, I do not.

C: Yes, yes you do.

RP: No, I don't.

The bell rings again, which means it's time to go to first period. We all gather our things are walk to our next class. Thankfully, my next class is with Jax. Today is going to be a great day.

(A/n) I really hope you enjoyed. Please give me some feedback! Thanks! ~Tiny