Addison stalks toward me and I look toward the heavens. Of course she sits over here. She plops down diagonally from me and turns. "You may not know, but Grandeur doesn't want anyone to sit by him. He's sick a lot and he wouldn't want to get anyone sit. So, you should probably move." She says it sweetly, but she's obviously not sweet. The guy, Grandeur I presume, lifts his head up again. "I said she could sit there Addison." By his tone, it's obvious he dislikes her. She blushes and messes with her hair. "Oh, I didn't know. I thought you didn't want anyone by you. I was just letting the new girl know." By her tone, it's obvious she has a thing for him. Mrs. Warner goes back to the front and starts class. Throughout the whole hour Addison shoots daggers at me. Grandeur just lays there, occasionally he writes something down. When the bell rings he stands up for the first time. I stuff everything into my backpack and leap up after him. "Hey, wait!" I call. He stops and looks back at me. "What?" Oh crap, what was I thinking? I don't even have something to say. I'll just wing it. "So Mrs. Warner's your Mom?" I ask. Brilliant Emmie, just brilliant. He nods and looks at me like I'm a weirdo. Never mind. I don't really need to say anything, it's better not to bother him. "Alright, see ya later." I say as I walk to my next class. I don't want to talk to anyone the rest of the day. I'm too awkward for this. I sigh and jog up the stairs to get to World History. I get to the top and bump into someone. Another guy about my age holds out his arm. "Oh sorry." His voice is deep and he has blonde wavy hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin. All in all, he's really good looking. I blush as I see that my damp sweater left a mark on his sage green shirt. He notices me looking and his mouth pops open. "Oh! You must be the girl I totally soaked this morning. Sorry about that." He blushes as he apologizes. He looks behind him as I glance past him to the classroom. "Are you in World History right now?" He asks. My attention shifts back to him as I reply. "Yep, that's me." His head tilts to the side as I speak. "Are you from England or something?" He asks. I blush as he mentions that particular detail. I should be used to it, but admitting to having a fake accent is embarrassing. People usually just think I'm weird. "I'm not from anywhere like that, it's just a speech thing I've had since forever." I tell him. He looks like he thinks I'm lying. Great. Just what I needed, another person who thinks I'm weird. I wave to the guy as I walk toward my class. "Bye. Also, don't worry about this morning." I enter the class and sit down in the very back corner. Why did I say that? Don't worry about this morning? I should have said that after he mentioned the incident. The voices around me quiet a bit and I assume class is starting I raise my head to see someone standing over me. It's the same guy who owns the jeep. "I didn't realize you were in this class." I say to him. He smiles a little before he says, "That's my seat." I blush and stand. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll move." He waits there until I've picked all my stuff up then he sits. Mr. Hobbs, the world history teacher, catches sight of me. "Oh! You must be the new student." I met him this weekend so I know he knows I'm the new student. I answer anyways. No need to be rude. "Yes, I'm Emmie." He flips through what looks like a student roster before he stops. "Emmie Loveless?" I nod my head as he beckons me forward. He claps his hands until everyone is looking at us. Oh shoot, I know this type of teacher. "Class this is Emmie Loveless." Yep, that's the one. That one teacher that introduces you like you need someone to explain who you are. The other students look bored and interested at the same time. My face is one fire, like it has been for most of the day. I send up another prayer of thanks for my tan skin. Mr. Hobbs looks around until he spots an empty seat. "Emmie, feel free to sit there." Just as I'm about to go sit someone stands up. I probably wouldn't have noticed had his chair not banged his desk. The whole class looks back at the corner. The jeep guy is standing and looking right at me. "Mr. Hobbs, can I sit in the empty seat. Emmie already sat here so she can keep it." He wrinkles his nose in disgust. "It smells just like her. I don't think I can stay seated here." My face flushes as the class laughs. Mr. Hobbs sends the guy a worried look. "Does it smell really strongly?" Seriously?! I would have thought the teacher would have some tact. I self consciously bend my head and smell my shirt. It smells like coconut and apples. My body wash and perfume mixing together. The guy nods seriously and Mr. Hobbs looks at me. "Do you mind sitting back over there?" He asks. I can't believe I'm experiencing this right now. "Yes." I reply softly as I sit back in the corner. The jeep guy covers his face with his hand and makes his way to the empty seat. The class chuckles again as they watch the exchange. One kid, a red head with glasses, glares at the other students. At this point though, I don't have any hope of making a friend today. As the class drags on I'm subject to several students sneaking looks at me and giggling. I cannot wait to get out of this class. As soon as the bell rings I leapt my feet and am the first one to leave the classroom. As a rush down the stairs eager to get away from that embarrassing experience I hear a voice call after me. "Hey wait!" I turn to see the redhead. He catches up and I have to look up to meet his eyes. Though that's not saying much since I'm five one. Still he's tall. Six foot at least. He's a little nerdy, but good looking. I try to look around for any unwanted followers to see if this is a joke. He ducks his head down in front of me. "Hey, I'm right here." This close I can see his eyes are dark green pierced through with gold lines. His skin is nearly perfect except for a few freckles that add to his looks. He holds out a hand when he straightens. "I'm Dayson." I shake his hand timidly. "I'm Emmie." He smiles and I see his teeth are unnaturally white and straight. Probably thanks to bleach and braces. "So what class do you have next Emmie?" I rack my brain, which has suddenly gone blank. "Oh, I have Art next." Dayson looks at me in surprise. "Are you good at art?" I shrug modestly. Dayson mutters, "I had no idea she'd be good at art. What a surprise." The way he says it makes it sound like he's disappointed. He turns his bright whites on my again and I feel myself squint. Seriously, does he polish them or something? They're really nice. "I'll see you later Emmie. You can eat lunch with me and my friends if you want too." He waves as he walks back up the stairs. "Thanks Dayson!" I call after him. I can't believe it! I actually made a friend for the first time ever. I really hope I don't screw this up.