Chapter 2

When were on school grounds, asked which grade he was going into.

"Eleventh," he replied.

I laughed quietly, "Well, your day keeps getting better by the moment! Maybe you'll be in some of my classes."

He looked at me questioningly, "You're joking."

"No I'm not, I'm a junior. Do I need to show you my student ID?" I joked, as we were almost to the school doors.

"So you're sixteen?"

"And a half," I corrected.

He puffed out his chest and stood taller. "Well, I'm seventeen."

"Good for you."

While Garrett got signed in at front desk, I waited patiently by the hall.

"Ten minutes, 'til we're late," I said, while he walked over.

"Mm-kay," he said, while looking down at his new schedule. I peeked over his shoulder and grinned.

"We've got all classes together," then I looked down at it again and frowned. "Except fifth period, you've got Geometry while I've got Pre-Calculus."

"Finally, something we don't have in common."

"There both math classes," I pointed out.

"Whatever."

"Well, we need to head over to English class, before Mrs. Donning calls role," I said, while running down the hall.

In a few minutes, we arrived at English class, with merely one minute to go. I took a seat in the back, and Garrett sat next to me.

"It appears we have a new student," said Mrs. Donning as she looked beneath her bushy hair and pushed her red, cat-eyed glasses up her, very pointy, nose. I noticed today, she wore bright purple eye shadow to match her lavender scarf.

"I'm Garrett Soarin," he announced to the class. I saw a few girls in the class sigh, including Violet Summers, and bat their eyelashes at least forty times a second.

"Nice to meet you, Garrett," Mrs. Donning said while looking for her notebook. "Well, class," she declared "It seems I have left my planning folder in the teacher's workroom. I need to step outside of the class and retrieve it. Can you contain yourselves for at least five minutes?" She asked exasperatedly.

"Yes, Mrs. Donning," the class said harmoniously. She gave us all the evil-eye, and walked out of the classroom.

"Does she always do this?" Garrett asked.

Before I could answer, Violet pranced over to us and began flirting with Garrett.

"Hi, I'm Violet," She said while flipping her golden-blonde hair over her shoulder. "And this is Savannah," She gestured to the brunette at her right. Savannah opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when Violet began running her mouth. I only caught a few words like "boys, new car, hot pink pumps, and mascara."

Mrs. Donning ended up coming back to class forty minutes later, so I had to sit in my seat and continue listening to Violet drone on about how 'terrible' her life is for at least an hour. She talks so fast, that it seems that she doesn't even breathe. She hasn't let Garrett talk once; I'd be surprised if she even knew his name.

Hours passed, and the next thing I knew, it was lunch hour. I walked into the cafeteria with a care free attitude, knowing that I would finally have someone to sit with. I bought my lunch and headed over toward the tables, searching for Garrett. My heart nearly stopped beating when I spotted him. He was squished between Violet and her posse at the table furthest away. She had her hands all over him and was so close that I could've sworn he was suffocating. Not only from the lack of oxygen, but probably from all the heavy perfume.

Disappointed, I sat at an empty table and began to nibble my lunch. Then, when I thought nothing could get worse, I felt a chair pull out next to me. Right now, all want to do is continue sitting alone. Then a familiar voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hey," Garrett said aloud, pretending to examine himself, "I do have lungs!"

I giggle and face him, "Why, because you couldn't breathe over there?"

"Correct." He said putting emphasis on the "r's."

"So," I said leaning in "Who did you get wings from?"

He smirked, "a mutant hybrid."

"Duh!" I said, lightly punching his arm. "Seriously, who?"

"My dad, Jerard, and before that, my Grandpa Dyll."

"Do your you-know-what's look like your dad's? Or more like your Grandfather's."

"Gee, you ask a lot of questions."

"Only if I really want to know."

"Especially personal questions," he continued, arching an eyebrow.

"I will find out," I warned.

"You're persistent aren't you?"

I flashed a million dollar smile and said "Yep."