After waiting for four long hours to pass, lunchtime finally came. And as Alex waited in line once to get his meal the harsh pang of loneliness hit him hard once again.

A dull ache resounded in his heart, and his head swam with images of his past. His eyes filled with tears and his soul felt cast out and bruised.

Stop it, Alex! He told himself, Don't make a fool of yourself here! Tearing up's only gonna make it worse.

As he reached in the school's large, metal water container, someone shoved him aside and grabbed the last Dr. Pepper in the whole bunch.

"Hey!" he called as the person put herself in his place, "Dude, seriously no cutting!"

The girl just nodded her head and laughed. She turned around.

"Our first impression this morning wasn't really good," she said.

In his mind, Alex gasped. The girl's voice was the exactly like the one he had heard when he ran into the American girl in the hallway.

This time he got a good look at her.

She was almost as tall as he was--5' 7' at the most--she had wavy, jet-black hair that came down to the middle of her back, pale white skin, red, crimson lips, and dangerously gray eyes.

She was stunning, and had it not been for the next thing that she said he would've actually been attracted to her.

"So," she cocked her head, "if you don't want to make another bad impression on yourself i'd advise you not to make me put one in your face, okay, squirt?"

Alex tried to restrain himself from saying anything negative to her. She was new. She didn't know the ropes of the school so instead he said, "There's no cutting in the lunch line here. You either wait your turn or don't go at all."

"Oh, come on don't give me that B.S. What are you the principal or something?

"I can do as I please and though I'm not British, i do believe in violence."

She turned her back to him and stayed in front of him.

Alex's patience was starting to well up in him, testing how long he could hold it before he had an outburst at her. Calm down, man. If the principal sees you get angry at a girl it'll all be over.

"I think that even though you're from another country that you would know what a rule is." Alex said trying to get his place back, "See, unless they're different from where you're from, 'you're not allowed' means you can't and again I"m saying you can't skip. So, Miss Smart Butt, move or--well, or else."

Alex knew he was acting childish, the only left in his sentence was "or I'll tell on you" but he really he wasn't ready to deal with this kind of trash at this hour of the day.

She laughed again, "You're really starting to tick me off, Dorkfest.

"Since you're like being all five-year-old-ish here's something for you: Make me."

She turned around and put her hand up to her forehead, but instead of doing the original loser sign with her index finger and thumb she put up her middle finger and thumb.

"Make me, loser."