"Just try your best, son". That is all he had heard for the past four months since he had heard that he would have to move to Ohio, and just in time for school. He knew that he would miss Ireland, but the thing that was troubling him was that he had to move to Ohio. Who in their right mind would choose Ohio over their own home? But he knew that his dad had to for work or he would be fired, so he slowly walked up to the main office to get his schedule.

Looking down at his first class Algebra, greaaaat. He thought to himself as he realized that he had no idea where to go. After trying to ask a few people, all of which ignored him, he found a girl who was literally asking freshman if they needed help finding their classes.

"Umm, excuse me?" He asked slowly as he walked up to her. She was wearing a cheerleading outfit that caught all of the guy's attention…Including Damian's. She had dark hair and eyes that took your breath away…literally. Damian stood there looking at her for a second before he realized that she was looking at him.

"Uhhh," was all that came out of his mouth while the girl looked at his face. No, she looked directly into his eyes…which didn't help.

"You have a really cute accent," she said, smiling proudly with her head tilted slightly to the left. She was studying his face, trying to figure him out. He had heard about American cheer leaders and had been told to stay away from them and you can stay away from drama, but he didn't want to stay away from this girl.

"Do you know where this class is?" He was now standing next to her putting his schedule in front of her and pointing to the first room number. Not noticing how close they were until he looked at her dark, mesmerizing eyes again and took a small step away.

"Yeah, it is just down the hall and to the right."

Damian wanted to say something but just stood there, not sure what to do.

"I can walk you there if you want me to." He didn't need some girl to hold his hand and make sure that the freshman got to his class okay but at the same time he wanted her to hold his hand.

They walked in silence as they passed class rooms. Everyone was looking at them, no, they were all looking at him because he was standing next to her. Or were they looking at him because he was Irish? He didn't have enough time to wonder since they had just stopped. Why did we stop? The thought was racing through his head and, apparently, it showed on his face.

"This is your class," she almost started laughing.

"Do we have any classes together? It would be nice to have the first person I meet be the first class mate I meet." Their hands brushed against each other as he handed her his schedule and boy did he notice.

"Yah, we have Bio together right before lunch and…" She trailed off as she looked down the list of classes on the small pieces of paper. "We also have Spanish I last period."

Okay, so we have Spanish and Bio together, he thought as she was walking down the hall waving goodbye. Then a thought captured his mind. "Wait!" he yelled after her. "Where is the…" but he didn't have any time to finish the sentence as the bell rang.

"I will just meet you here," the words didn't have time to get out of her mouth before she was running to her class.

He stared at her for a second before he realized that he was also late for class.

After class he waited for the unnamed cheerleader. It wasn't until the bell rang that he realized that he didn't know her name.

Standing next to the door as the other kids left the class room to go hang out for the short time they had, Damian stood, staring at the other kids. He recognized a few of them as the people who wouldn't help him that morning then spotted the confident girl walking down the hall. After a few seconds he noticed all of the guys staring at her…but not at her eyes, like he was.

"Ready to go to class?" He could barely hear what she had said but responded all the same.

"Actually, no". Clever, he thought, this will keep her around for a while. "I want to know the name of my escort before anything else happens". He figured that he was laying it on a little thick but it didn't really matter.

She responded a few seconds later saying, "I'm Lindsay, you?"

Lindsay, he thought the name in his mind. It fitted her for a cheerleader

"My name is Damian". Damian took Lindsay's hand and kissed it. He felt all of the stares on his back, and face, and just about everywhere else as he pulled his lips away from her hand. "Off to English?"

She was laughing, this is what he figured would happen but she was…not laughing…giggling. Averting her eyes, refusing to look into his for the first time that day. Finally she took his schedule and said, "Actually, now you have PE".

Idiot! Damian whispered under his breath. Why did I think I had English?