"How hard can it be to find a stupid fucking math class? I huffed in annoyance, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from my pocket. I unraveled what used to be my class schedule and tried to read through the crumbles and coffee stains. "Shouldn't have used this to clean up the spilled coffee." I mumbled, not even bothering to watch where I was going.

Before I knew it, I was on the ground with a loud thud and an apologetic ginger on top of me. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Ugh, I can't believe I wasn't watching where I was going! I was just trying to my find my math class and now – Oh my god, are you hurt? Do you need to go to the nurse? I can take you to the nurse, it's no problem, really!"

I looked up to see two pair of the most peculiar set of eyes I had ever seen. They were a light blue, a baby blue, and her hair was like a fiery mane that contrasted with her eyes, making them pop. I couldn't help but blush as I realized how close we were, I could almost feel her breath on my face. I forced a small chuckle through my lips, before I came off as a creep for staring. "No, I'm fine, I wasn't watching where I was going either, I guess we're both at fault."

She seemed to have let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, that's good, I was hoping I didn't hurt you or anything." standing up from her previous position and offering me a hand, which I gladly took.

"Well, that's considerate of you." I grinned as she helped me up. "So, what class do you have now?" I asked.

"I have, uh..." She looked down at her hands and then checked her pockets with a look of panic on her face. "Where is it?!" She nearly screamed.

"Woah there, red. Where's what?" I asked bewildered at her sudden change in behavior.

"My schedule!" She shrieked. "It was in my hand!"

I looked around where we had fallen and saw a slightly crumbled up piece of paper on the floor. I walked over towards it curiously and picked it up. "Is this it?" I asked, showing her the paper.

She looked up excitedly and clapped her hands. "Yes!" She nearly snatched it out of my hand. "I have Mr. Peters, math."

I looked at the piece of poorly damaged piece a paper I held in my hand. "Hm, pre-calc?" I asked, looking up to her.

"Yup!" She beamed.

"Well, I guess you'll be stuck with me for a bit." I smirked, stealing a glance at the coffee-stained schedule I held in my other hand to confirm she was, indeed, in my first period.

She let out an excited squeal and nearly tackled me. "Hey there red, let's not repeat the scene from a few seconds ago." I joked.

She pulled back with a pout on her face. "I have a name, you know."

"Would you care to tell me?" I grinned.

"Chloe Beale." She said, holding her hand out.

"Becca Mitchell." I replied, shaking her hand.

"Mhm." She looked at me with her baby blue eyes, as if she were studyng me. I gulped as I realized she was leaning in closer. Her perfect pink lips were only a few inches away from mine."I have a feeling we will be great friends." She winked before pulling back.

I nodded and swallowed again, the dryness of my throat still there from the redhead's strange behavior. "Y-yeah." I stuttered. "I bet." trying my best not to get lost into those baby blue eyes, which I had finally decided were my new favorite color.

"Shall we?" She asked, linking her arm with mine.

"We shall." I managed to say with a slight smirk.

"Alrighty." She grinned, leading me down the hallway. For once, I don't think I was going to mind math class.