Second Thoughts?

Shyly, fourteen year old Amy tried to find the right class at her new school. Dan was still at the middle school, so he wasn't much help. She glanced at her schedule looking up just in time to realize that someone was in front of her.

Before she could stop she crashed into the stranger. The coffee he was holding spilled on both of them.

"I-I'm really s-sorry about that," Amy stuttered with her head down.

"It's fine, it was my fault," a silky British accent replied.

Where had she heard that voice before? She glanced up and saw Ian Kabra standing before her. What was he doing here?

"Ian? What are you doing here?" she asked with more confidence than before.

"I came to find you," he replied.

"Oh," Amy said with her cheeks blushing. To avoid eye contact she looked at the floor. Her eyes found Ian's custom made leather shoes.

Ian grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes.

"I'm really sorry about everything that happened during the clue hunt. I was wondering if we could put all of that behind us and maybe, start over?"

She couldn't believe it. Was Ian Kabra really apologizing? And to her, of all people? After leaving her and Dan to die in a cave, he wanted to start over? Aside from all of that, it did sound pretty good to put all of that behind. Maybe she was having second thoughts. Realizing that Ian was still holding her hands and waiting, she finally replied.

"Yeah, I would like that."

"Great," he said with that wondrous accent. A smile nipped at the corners of his lips.

"I was wondering if you might want to go somewhere for lunch?"

"Um, well I'm kind of at school right now, but maybe this weekend?" she replied timidly.

"Sure, uh, well, I guess I'll call you then?" he said biting his lip.

"Yeah, uh, let me give you my number," she said as she frantically searched for a pen and paper.

"Here," Ian said holding out his iPhone four.

Quickly entering her number, she said, "Well, I guess I better be getting to class."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll being seeing you around then? Well, um, bye."

"Bye," Amy said looking down only to find her tattered sky blue converse.

Finally finding her English class, she dropped in to a seat and began writing. Her story was about a lonely girl trying to survive high school. After realizing that class hadn't started yet and it was a depressing story, she stopped writing. More students arrived and then the bell rang.

Mrs. Snayder walked in with a new student. She directed him towards the class.

"Everyone, this is our new student, Hamilton Holt."

Amy's head snapped up and saw Hamilton grinning at her. Her mouth dropped a mile.

"Hamilton, there's an empty seat next to Amy, the one that's wearing the gray jacket," Mrs. Snayder said to him.

Hamilton strolled down the aisle and looked at Amy with his amazing eyes. He looked more mature now that his mohawk was gone.

"Hey," he whispered to Amy with a smile.

"Hi," she replied quietly.

After her algebra class she made her way to the cafeteria. Almost at the doors, Hamilton ran up to her.

"Yo Amy, wanna sit together?"

"Um, sure."

After they got their lunches (Amy had a salad and a water while Hamilton had three hot dogs, a bag of chips and two Cokes) they sat down at a table near a window.

"Let me guess, your sisters are here too, right?"

"Yeah, I think they even some of the classes Dan has. Why?"

"Well, it's just that you guys are here, and Ian was here earlier, so are the Starlings and Jonah here too?"

"Cobra was here? What did he want?"

"He said he wanted to start over and then he kind of...asked me out."

A look of shock came over his face.

"What? Is it so h-hard to believe that a g-guy asked m-me out?" Amy shot at him starting to stutter.

"No, it's just that jerk always beat us to clues in the hunt and now he's beating me to ask someone out? Unbelievable." Hamilton said angrily.

"What do you mean beating you to ask someone out?" she asked no longer stuttering.