Paul was getting angry again, he really did need to learn how to control himself, his hands were bawled into fists, one gripping a clearly broken pencil, were shaking. His attention but his eyes were focused on the table. He could still hear the taunts, Roid Rage how original, didn't make him any less angry. He could hear the other students talking bas the teacher came in, about the new student that was apparently in their class.

He could vaguely hear the teacher say they could pick wherever they wanted to sit. He was surprised when he heard the chair next to him shift across the floor. He thought that this girl must either have a social death wish or hadn't heard any rumors yet. He thought he could just ignore her and wait for her to change her seat, it wouldn't take long; maybe a few days, a week tops.

But he made the mistake of looking up. Curious hazel eyes were staring back at him and instantly his world turned, his entire body was tense with anger even though he had stopped shaking. This girl surprised him even then and reached her hand over and placed it on his empty clenched hand immediately his entire body relaxed, she gave this little smile and took her hand back and picked up her pencil, he immediately felt the loss.

She took a tiny peace of paper and slid it over to him, in simple script in read "I'm Alison" he stared at it for a minute, it was written in colored pencil with a small smiley face next to it. He took his pencil, the top half of which was just barely holding on and wrote in tall boy like handwriting "Paul" the a and u as tall as the other layers.

She smiled again reading it and reached over to take the half broken pencil and snapped it back into place. Handing it back to him he deliberated weather to purposefully slide his fingers across hers or to just take it, he decided not to take the chance and just took it.

She spent the rest of the period being the dutiful student and taking notes, he spent the rest of the period pretending not to watch her do this. This became increasingly difficult every time she flipped her hair absent mindedly while writing; he liked it when she did this in the opposite direction of him because it gave him a better view of her face.

In his time staring it gave him a chance to notice more about her than just having expressive hazel eyes. Her hair was long, almost down to her midriff, and was a light brownish red color. He didn't' knew if you could call it strait or wavy, it was somewhere in between. The pale skin of her face didn't have a stitch of makeup on it setting off the natural color of her lips which seemed to be a light red, not pink.

When he heard the bell ring he suddenly because saddened, he didn't know if he would see her again, at least until the next day, but that just seemed to long for him.