I walked through the halls of the high school, my combat boots clicked with each step. Everyone backed out of my way "hey keef!" he turned to look at me shaking "y-yes?" he says "can I see your homework?" I say in a voice that doesn't match I acted "oh y-yes of course" he hands me it and I take it and walk into the class room. I sit in the back of the room and looked everyone over 'ah new people' I think to myself as someone sits beside me. I look at him, "and who are you?" I ask "I'm Ivan who are you?" 'He's trying to cover up his Russian accent…' I think to myself again "I'm Kim" oh nice name" I shiver I hate hearing accents I haven't heard in while. "You knew?" I ask "yep… I just moved here from Russia" "oh nice…" I say. "You seem pretty nice" "yea… nice" I say sarcasm lacing my words "what's that supposed to mean?" "Oh nothing" I say and look at my gloved hand. There were claws instead of fingers 'I wonder if he wants-'my thoughts get interrupted by a note hitting my desk as the teacher starts talking "hm?" I say quietly and take the not opening it
Dear Kim,
Would you like to have lunch with me?
From Ivan.
I smile and write 'sure' and hand it back
About half way through third period the bell rang and everyone got up and run out of the classroom. I went to my locker and put my stuff up and grabbed my wallet and closed my locker. Ivan walked up to me and smiled "hi" I say "hey" he says back. We walked to the cafeteria I got in line "hey aren't you going to get something?" I ask him. He shakes his head "nah" he holds up a lunch box "ah ok" I nod and buy my food. I walk over to him "come on" he nods and follows me outside "where are we going?" he asks "you'll find out" I say as we walk up to a wench in the woods beside the school. I smile as I see the sunflowers I planted. "Wow did you plant these?" "Yep!" I sit on the bench and lean back "I like it here" I sigh. "Yea it's pretty" he says as he sits beside me. I sigh "hey… why is everyone so afraid of you?" he asks me "well I did create quite a reputation with hurting people" "really? Well you don't look like the hurting type" "well I do take a lot of pleasure in hurting people" "well I don't think you could do that" " I thought you were Russian?" "I am… but I take pleasure in hurting people too" "oh you do?" "Yep. I'm Russian aren't I?" he cupped my face with gloved hands. I felt my face heat up. He smiled this cute smile from behind his scarf. My face heated up more and more as he leaned in closer and closer