It turned out that I had Adam in my first four hours, and in my lunch period. Which was kindda cool seeing that he wouldn't have to worry about not having someone to sit by.

As Olive and I sat down at our table with Lo and Chuck (Lo was a foreign exchange student from France, with a heavy accent. Chuck was just, Chuck. A guy you love to hate.), Lo said something strange.

"You know that new kid Adam?" he said.

"Yeah, we have the first four hours together. Oh look!" I spotted Adam looking for a spot and waved him our way.

"No! Don't do dhat!"

"Why?" What's up with Lo?

"I heard, dhat at his old school, he brunt it down."

"Well," Chuck said "I heard that he killed the principal."

"That's not nothing!" Olive said "I heard, in sixth grade, he beat up a senior."

"I got you all beat." I said "I heard that unicorns and lepercons exist. Come on guys, you're better than gossip."

Just then, Adam sat across from me next to Lo. "Hey." He said in his now familiar deeply low tone.

"Um, I have to go." Lo said getting up quickly, with Chuck following in step.

"Belle, come up with me to the bathroom." Olive said tugging on my arm.

"No," I said "I just got my lunch."

"Oh come on, nobody eats anymore."

"Well then," I said getting a tad angry with my best chick friend "if nobody eats anymore, then I'm going to sit here and not leave him–" I jerked a thumb in Adam's direction "– alone at the table on his first day here."

"Fine," Olive just looked down at me "Your funeral." And walked away.

I sighed angrily "Some friend you are" I said under my breath, and started picking at something the cooks claimed was lasagna.

Once again sitting in a private awkward silence I tried to break the ice "So, what was your old school like?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know?"

"This is my first school," he looked up from his salad "I was home schooled."

My eyes widened "Home schooled? What was that like?"

He looked at me like I was mad "I don't know, I guess it was kindda cool."

"I bet," I said "It's like wake, and you're there."

"Are you afraid of silence or something?"

"Are you afraid of talking?" I smiled

He shrugged.

"So, what are your folks like?" I took a drink of chocolate milk.

"My mom ran off with the pool boy when I was nine." He looked down "My dad said it messed me up but, I just never wanted to talk to him so, what ev."

I was about to ask about his mom when—

"Hey Belle." Gaston sat down beside me.

"Fuck!" I mouthed to Adam looking at us. "Hey, Gaaston. Why you here?" I slid away from him, sitting on the tail end of the row.

"I just wanted to make sure my girlfriend was okay here with the new kid."

I made a face of pure discus "Where the hell do you get girlfriend out of 'no, I won't go to Winter Fest with you'?"

"Oh," he slid closer "I know you meant to say yes."

"Hell fuckin no!" I slid farther down and fell to the floor.

Gaston sat above me, laughing. But Adam stooped down and offered me a hand, which I took gratefully.

"Sorry Adam but I have to go, get something. Bye." I rushed out the double doors and away from a stalker.

Third Person POV:

Adam watched her walk away from him for the second time today, she's a really nice girl he thought.

"Hey newbie." He turn to Gaston "Stay away from her if you know what's good for you. She's mine!"

"You already have plenty." he said.

"What?"

"Those cheerleaders over there, how many have you fucked? Two? Three? The whole damn squad?"

"Twice, what's your point?"

"My point is, stick with your own kind, and leave the rest for everyone else."

"You're new here, so I'll let you off with a warning," Gaston leaned over the table "But the next time you say something like that to me and you'll be with the other kid in the hospital."

"Make sure to tell him 'hi' for me."

Gaston flinched ever so slightly. Good Adam thought then I must look as livid as I fell.