School was just what I had expected. Teachers giving out way to much homework already, girls trying to catch up on all the juicy drama over the summer, and boys bragging about their accomplishments. I managed to stay to myself for the most part. Nobody came up to me, nobody talked, but I certainly got some strange looks.
I sat in English class, bored out of my mind. I happened to get the worst teacher for English and he certainly lived up to his reputation. His voice was very similar to a machine's, his suit blended into the wall, and his dull eyes focused on the textbook that was just as old as him.
Finally, the bell rang, causing me to leap out of my chair and run into the hall. As I was making a turn, a shoulder rammed into me.
"Hey watch it!" I complained as my books hit the floor.
"Oh, god I'm sorry. I'm a bloody klutz," I heard a voice mutter behind me.
I looked up, glaring, and saw an unfamiliar face staring down at me. I stared back, making sure I didn't know him. He shook his head and dropped to the floor to help me pick my books up.
"Thanks," I said wearily as he handed them back to me.
He shrugged, still looking embarrassed. "Yeah sure, no problem," he rambled.
I continued to stare at him trying to figure him out. With his dark hair, blue eyes, and rather nice jawline you would think he would be more well known, but with his awkward manner and camera over his shoulder, I could see why he isn't.
"I'm sorry do I know you?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "I don't believe so. I just moved here this year."
I pursed my lips. "Cool," I replied, awkwardly looking around, trying to inch away slowly.
"So," he began, giving me a small smile,"Do you have lunch right now?"
I nodded, quickly regretting my decision. "I do."
He fidgeted with his hands. "Uh, wanna join me?" He asked quietly.
"Do I?"
He looked taken aback by the question. "Well, what do you me-"
I cut him off. "I mean, I don't know who you are, or even what your name is. So why should I have lunch with you?"
He chuckled. "You're stubborn aren't you?"
I raised my eyebrow at him. "And you refuse to tell me your name."
He rolled his eyes and for a second I thought he would go away. "Liam. My name is Liam."
I mentally frowned. "Okay 'Liam'. If you really want to, I'll have lunch with you."
Liam smiled and reached out to shake my hand. "And your name?"
I looked down at his hand then back up at him. "Calloway. My name is Calloway."