Blake:

Blake walked into his math class and sat down at the first desk he saw. He then quickly pulled out his book and started ready, waiting for class to start.

Soon Blake was brought out of his book by the eruption of high-pitched girlie giggles from behind him. He peeked behind him to see a group of girls staring at him through mascara-clumped eyes. He quickly closed his eyes to keep from rolling them from annoyance, and turned back to his book.

"Hey new kid!" Blake turned back around to see a curvy red-head wearing too muck make-up and showing too much skin (for Blake's taste) peaked in the middle of the group of girls talking to him. "What's your name?" She said with a flirty smile ghosting her lips.

He closed his book and turned to the group of girls, "My name's Blake."

"Mmmm…" The leader, as Blake had named the ginger, smiled, "I like that name. Mine's Aylin. Spelled A-Y-L-I-N, despite popular belief."

Blake nodded and was going to turn back to his book when Aylin continued, "So, Blakey-poo. I don't mean to be…intrusive. But, for the sake of the rumor-mill here at our humble McKinley High, I must ask. Do you have a girlfriend that you…say…left behind at your old school?" She raised an eyebrow.

Let's get this straight; Blake expected this question to come up at some point, being the new kid and all. But he didn't expect it to come from a complete stranger in a total out-of-the-blue moment, like this. So when Aylin asked it, he couldn't help his mouth from hanging open for a split second. "Ummm…"

A new wave of giggles erupted from the girls. What should I do? He thought to himself, Should I lie? Should I tell the truth? He decided on the ladder and said, "No… don't."

Aylin bit her lip and smiled, "Well that's good to know." Shit…I should have lied…

Before Blake could say anything, the teacher brought everyone's attention, and he turned around for class. He paid attention as best he could, but couldn't help feeling the eyes burning holes in the back of his head.

As soon as class ended Blake ran out of the classroom as quickly as he could, and tried to see where his next class was. But the girl-Aylin-caught up with him in the hallway and immediately linked her arm with his and smiled flirtatiously.

"So where are you going Blakey?" She asked, but didn't wait for an answer. She plucked his schedule out of his hands and read it through quickly. "Dammit," she said quietly "Well I can tell you that your next class is down this hallway and in the 500s wing, the first corridor on the right."

"Ummm…thanks." Blake said as he awkwardly tried to wrestle his arm away from Aylin.

She looked up at him with a fierce look in her eyes, "You're welcome Blakey." He didn't seem fazed that Blake was wiggling his arm. She handed him back his schedule and smiled, almost evilly at him. "Well…bye bye Blakey!"

As quick as she appeared she disappeared into the crowd of people walking down the hallway. He shook his head and followed her directions down the hallway until he reached his English class.

Walking into his class he, surprisingly, recognized a beautiful face in the back of the class, and swiftly walked over to her almost empty table, taking the seat next to her.

"Hey Nellie" The girl jumped at the sudden use of her name. She looked up and a small ghost of a smile played on her lips when she saw who it was. She closed the (very wide and long) book she was reading and waved to him.

I don't get it…I'm not acting mean…am I? Why can't she just talk to me…?

"Ehem" Blake cleared his throat, "So, what are you reading?"

Nellie picked up her book and showed him the cover. It was a vocal/piano/guitar music book for the Broadway musical American Idiot. "Whoa I love that show!" He smiled. "I know like, all the music for it."

Nellie raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. She then quickly took out her phone and started texting someone. Blake sat there awkwardly until she was done, then he asked, "Do you play the piano?" She nodded, "And the guitar?" She lifted her hand and mad the gesture for "a little". "That's so cool! I wish I could play an instrument.."

Then she pointed down to the cover, right at the words vocal, then pointed at Blake and raised an eyebrow.

"Sing…me? Oh no…I mean…only a little. Like I said I did chorus for a year…but I'm not very good. I have, like no talent." He rambled on.

Nellie smiled, like a real smile, and Blake thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world, and her shoulders moved up and down like she was laughing, but no sound came out.

"What?" Blake asked. Hoping to get an answer out of the girl.

Nellie then reached forward and grabbed Bake's notebook, she opened it to the first page, grabbed his pen and wrote something on the page.

In small, neat handwriting it said: Everyone has talent.

Blake starred down at the words for a minute and smiled. "Thanks Nellie."

That was the moment the teacher chose to get everyone's attention for the start of class, but Blake couldn't focus, he thought really hard as to why Nellie didn't speak to him. Then realization hit him, and he grabbed the pen from in front of Nellie and started writing in the notebook.

When he was done he pushed the notebook in front of Nellie and waited for her to read the message that was written in his big, blocky and messy handwriting.

Nellie, can I ask you a question?

She looked up at him quizzically before taking the pen and writing her answer.

Depends on what you're asking.

She slid the notebook back to him and he wrote, as quickly as possible his question.

Is it that you can't talk, or do you just not talk to anyone…or is it just me you don't talk to?

When she was reading it a sad look came to her eyes, and she began to blink rapidly, as if trying not to cry, as she wrote her answer.

I can talk…but I choose not to. It was my decision that I made about a year ago. And no matter how silly it sounds I have really good reason. It's not you Bake that I don't talk to, it's everyone…even Michael, and he's been my best friend for years…

Why did you choose to stop talking?

Something happened, something terrible that I really don't like talking about and I hope you will understand that…

I do understand. Maybe you could tell me someday?

Maybe…