Dawn rushed to her next class.
"D7, D7..." she said, scanning the hallways. She suddenly slammed into someone. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" she cried, standing up.
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" It was Paul, from earlier. Dawn folded her arms.
"Excuse me! Next time I won't say sorry!" she fumed. He shrugged.
"Whatever, just stay out of my way," he said, walking away.
"Well!" Dawn huffed. "If he was any colder, he'd be an iceberg!"
"Oh, don't take it personally," someone behind her said. She turned around to see the girl named May from her class. "That's just how Paul treats everyone. You're Dawn, right? I'm May, great to meet you!"
Dawn smiled. "You too! You don't happen to know where classroom D7 is, do you?"
May nodded. "I'm in D7, too! It's this way!" And she led her to a classroom. They had assigned seats, so Dawn plopped down on the desk that had her number, 94. On her left was Misty, who smiled and waved at Dawn. On her right was Paul.
He's sitting next to me again? She thought. Perfect.
A man in a labcoat with wavy black hair walked in. "Hello, students," he said, smiling at them all. "I am Professor Sycamore, you science teacher, and..."
He got echoey and far away as Dawn began to drift off. She came back, when she heard: "Dawn! Do you know the answer?"
"Uh..." she blushed. "I don't remember, what-"
A note suddenly hit her foot. She read it, and it said, He asked you what it takes to evolve an Eevee into a Flareon. She looked over at Paul, who tilted his head impatiently to the Professor.
"Uh, you use a Fire Stone!" she said quickly. He nodded.
"Good job, Dawn!" he said. "Now can anyone tell me how an Umbreon sheds it's tail?"
Later, after Science class, Dawn ran to catch up with Paul. "I just want to thank you for helping me out," she said.
"It'll be the first and the last time I help you with anything," he said coldly, and walked away.
What is with him? Dawn thought.
