I sat back in my seat, stretching my arms and legs a bit.

"Mr. Bradley, do you have a question about the topic?" The teacher asked me and I slightly panicked internally. I didn't let it show though.

"No, sir, I was just stretching." I replied in the heat of the moment and felt my cheeks heat up a little from all the attention.

"Okay but don't get distracted," he told me and I nodded. "Yes sir!"

The three boys around me laughed a little at my attitude and I gave them a death glare.

I looked back at my worksheet and realized that I didn't know anything that my teacher was saying. Damn it. How do I not know what a scalene triangle is?! Think Luke, think!

I picked up my pencil and poked Nate, my best friend, the boy sitting to the left of me. His short dark brown hair covered his forehead and his eyes were full of determination. He loved to study and learn, something I personally didn't understand.

"Hey, Nate," I whispered, trying to catch his attention. He didn't respond. I poked him again. No response. I poked him multiple times and he finally caught my pencil when it was in midair and took it out of my hand.

"Hey!" I whined, gaining the scattered attention of some of my classmates. Luckily, the teacher didn't seem to notice and continued on with his lecture of triangles and angles, something I probably should pay attention to.

Instead, I decided to talk to my friend.

"Nate! Give me back my pencil!" I whispered loudly and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're not going to poke me anymore?" He said and it sounded more like an order than a question.

"Yeah, no more poking." I replied, sounding like a five-year-old.

He reluctantly passed it back and then glanced at my paper and sighed.

"Why aren't you listening to Mr. Ruiz's lecture, Luke?" He paused before adding. "Again?"

"He talks too fast!" I countered. "Before I can write anything he's already of the next subject!"

"I can hear it just fine," Nate said and I rolled my eyes.

"That's because you're Nate!"

"Then raise your hand and tell him to slow down a bit or repeat something."

"Ooh yeah, huh." I muttered, just realizing that that was an option.

"Yeah..." he said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes once again.

I turned around and glanced back at my teacher who was using a meter stick to point at a side of an acute triangle.

I was about to raise my hand to ask something when I was interrupted by the teacher.

"Okay, class. Now put your worksheets in your folders and pack up, the bell is going to ring in five minutes." He instructed and I just sat there.

"Come on Luke, he said to clean up," Nate nudged me and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?" I accused.

He put his hands up in surrender. "No...." he said, exaggerating the word, making it obvious that he was lying.

"You little..." I would have started a fight with him had it not been for us being in class.

I gave in and started to tidy up my space, placing my papers in my folder and throwing my writing supplies lazily into my backpack.

By the time we finished, the bell was going to ring in a minute and my stomach reminded me via dolphin noise that I was hungry.

When was lunch again? I wondered. Isn't it after fourth period? Wait...what period is this again?

"Hey, Nate, what-" before I could finish I was cut off.

"Its fourth period, and yes lunch is next." He said, reading my mind.

"Woah, you can read minds..." I whispered to him.

"No, I can just predict you. You ask this question almost everyday in almost every period." He stated.

"I do?"

"Yes, you do."

The bell rang and we waited for Mr. Ruiz to excuse us out of the class.

He did, but he also said something else.

"Mr. Bradley, can you stay after?"

I stopped and was mentally crying. Food. Food was so far away now.

Nate flashed me a look of mischief and told me he'd meet me at our usual spot later. He seemed to predict that whatever this was, it was going to take a while.

As all the students crowded out and emptied the room, only me and my math teacher were left.

Actually no, that was wrong. There was another person in the room. The figure was sitting down at one of the tables in the front. I didn't see them since I was in the back of the room.

I walked up to the front of the class where my teacher was talking to my fellow classmate. All I could see was a black hoodie and jeans so I couldn't quite pinpoint the gender. In fact, I didn't even see that student before. Are they a new transfer student?

"Alright Mr. Bradley, I need you to assist your fellow classmate, here, with these boxes." He said gesturing to the boxes in the back right hand corner that have been sitting there for weeks.

"What?!" I complained. Why did I have to do this? Why me? I have things to do!

I glanced at my supposed to be classmate who had turned to me so I could see the figure better. They stood up from their chair and I saw a girl. Well, the figure was very feminine so I'm assuming they're a girl. Anyway, she wore a baggy black hoodie with navy blue jeans and black and white skechers. Some of her dark brown hair tumbled out of her hoodie that covered most of her face, making her eyes be shadowed. Her hands were stuffed in the hoodie pockets and she stood awkwardly.

"Its okay, Mr. Ruiz, I can handle those boxes by myself." She said, giving me a dirty look at the end of the statement. Her voice was so strange. It was arrogant, kind, smart, cocky, mysterious, and sweet all at the same time. Her dark eyes peeked out of the hoodie's shadow for a second and in that second I felt as if they were gazing into my soul.

What did I do wrong? I wondered.

"No, no, Mr. Bradley here is going to help you. Its rude for a man to leave a girl doing all the hard work." He said, putting emphasis on "man". Wait, was a teacher calling me out? What type of teacher is this?

But before I could speak, the girl did. "Nah, its okay, Mr. Ruiz. He probably can't hold them. I'll be perfectly fine by myself." She replied, obviously seeing me as less than who I was.

What was with this girl? She'd seemed so much different than all the others girls I've seen in my life. What makes her stand out so much? Her attitude? Her aura? Her looks?

"Are you sure?" Mr. Ruiz asked her again and she nodded.

"I'll be fine. I'm probably much stronger than that stick anyway." She said and I felt a vein pop in anger.

"Noo..I can't have a girl do all the work. My reputation would be ruined. Let me help," I said and I immediately regretted it.

The girl raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh? Well, I think I'll take you up on your offer then, Lucas Bradley.

Shoot....I cursed at myself for saying that in the heat of the moment. I glanced at my teacher who looked at me then to the boxes, his arms folded in way of authority and his eyes gesturing for me to go through with my statement.

Damn it.... I thought and walked over to the back of the room, the brunette following me, her hands tucked into her hoodie pockets.

I picked up most of the boxes and placed them on my arms. The girl picked up two small boxes that were probably the lightest and placed them in her arms. During that, I didn't even see her hands since they were covered my her long sleeves.

I adjusted my backpack and looked over to Mr. Ruiz.

"So, where are we going?" I asked him and he handed a small piece of paper to the girl beside me who was actually pretty tall for a girl her age. Although, not as tall as me.

"Go to room 582 in the high school building and hand these boxes over to Mrs. Poll." He instructed and most of the words flew over my head.

"Um..." I wanted to ask him to repeat that but my classmate nodded, said "thanks" and started walking closer to the door.

She looked back at me. "Aren't you coming?" She asked me playfully and I just stood there.

"Fine." I finally said and walked out the door along with the girl I had just met. The girl whose name was unknown to me. The girl that somehow knew my name. The girl whose secrets I had yet to find out.

And I began to open the book with the ugly cover....