As she walked out of the bathroom having just met Adam, she couldn't help but thank God. She found him really nice but there was something different about him and she couldn't quite put a finger on it. She was thankful though of the new friend God had put in her life today. And she found him kind of attractive. Becky didn't realize that the moment she thought about hanging out together she felt little butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't wait to see him again.

It had been 3 days since he had seen Becky. He tried everything from taking different routes to his classes, scanning the lunch room, even waiting outside the school in the morning to catch a glimpse of her. He even went so far as to ask people if they knew her homeroom or if they had any classes with her but no one seemed to know the new girl and Adam was beginning to think that he hit his head too hard against the wall and he had imagined it all.

But he hadn't imagined it all because he still had that slip of paper in his possession that had her phone number on it. He didn't want to seem desperate but he really wanted to see her again. Adam was sitting on the corner of his bed with his phone in one hand and the slip of paper with her number on it in the other. He had been staring at it for hours contemplating whether to text her or call her. He decided to call his brother for advice.

"Hello?"

"Hey Drew, is this a bad time? I have a question."

"No, no me and Fi are just talking on the couch. What's up?"

"I met this girl 3 days ago and she gave me her number. I haven't seen her since then and I want to hang out with her. We didn't talk much when we met and I'm struggling with whether I should call her or text her. I know it's lame but I could really use some brotherly advice here."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "Uhh, I'd say call but let's ask Fiona what she thinks. Here I'll put you on speaker so you can talk to her."

Adam retold his story to Fiona while she listened and thought about it. "Text her; if I had just met a guy I wouldn't want to talk to him over the phone. I, personally, find it kind of awkward but do what you want."

He was basically back to where he started a couple hours ago. To text or to call was the question at hand. He thanked his brother and Fiona and went back to staring at his phone and the slip of paper.

It had been 3 days since she had seen Adam. She was beginning to wonder if he was just one of those guys that spoke to you once and never talked to you again. Hadn't she given him his phone number? Was he avoiding her at school? So many questions racked her brain. Then she heard her phone go off

Unknown number: Hey

She wondered if it was him. She didn't have any Canadian phone numbers in her phone just yet besides Jenna's.

Becky: Hey… Who is this?

Unknown number: Adam, the incredibly cute guy you met in the girl's bathroom 3 days ago :)

Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. They talked for about an hour; flirting back and forth mostly. They had shared their schedules with each other so now they could walk together in the halls. Becky smiled at the thought of them in the halls. The conversation started to die a little by the end. His responses came back slower and slower and then just stopped completely. Becky didn't worry, she knew he had fallen asleep since it was about midnight and she was drifting too. She couldn't wait to see him tomorrow on the steps.

The next day…

Becky was waiting on the steps for Adam. They agreed to meet at 8 A.M. sharp and it was 8:10. She was beginning to worry he wouldn't show up until she heard her name being called. She turned to see him running up to her. She started to smile at him then it disappeared as she took in the new features on his face. He had a cut on his upper lip and a bruised cheek.

"Oh my goodness, what happened to you!" exclaimed Becky.

"I, uh, tripped down the stairs this morning; clumsy me. That was why I was late, I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for me. It won't happen again," explained Adam. He didn't mean to lie but he didn't want Becky to get the impression that he couldn't take care of himself. On the way to meet her, two guys jumped him and started pushing him around and then they proceeded to throw him in the bushes and dump all his belongings out on the street. It took him 15 minutes to untangle his clothes from the bushes, dodge cars and pick of up the remnants of his stuff, and sprint to school to meet Becky.

"It's okay. But you should really get your lip checked out."

"I'll do it after I walk you to class," said Adam, making Becky blush with delight.

As they were walking and talking, the PA system came on.

"Adam Torres to the front office, please, Adam Torres to the front office."

"I guess I'll see you later, Adam."

"We didn't even make it to your first period but that will change tomorrow. I'll see you later, Becky!"

Adam walked to the front office and sat outside. He was called into Simpson's office.

"Adam, hi, please take a seat. Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Simpson explained when he saw Adam's concerned face. "We have reason to suspect that your safety is at risk. People told me they saw you get thrown into the girl's bathroom 3 days ago and regular occurrences of this kind of behavior have been going on all week. Is this true?"

Adam thought if he should tell Simpson that he is being bullied but he doesn't want to go back to what they had to do freshman year. He remembered vividly using the handicap bathroom and his own private protector. He refused to go back to that.

Simpson noticed that Adam had not responded so he just assumed that he was right. "Listen, Adam, we're not doing what we did your freshman year but I am changing your schedule so that you don't run into these guys on a regular occurrences. But, Adam if it does get too serious I'm going to have to have someone watch you."

Adam walked out of Simpson's office peeved. Why couldn't people just leave him alone. He looked at his new schedule and noticed he was late to his new Chemistry class. Walking into the classroom, he went up to the teacher's desk and told her that Simpson transferred him into this class.

"Yes, Adam, well I'm glad to have you here. You can claim your seat next to Rebecca over there. We aren't doing anything today so you are free to work on anything you want."

"Thank you."

Adam walked to the desk and all he saw was a mop of blonde hair. She was working with her head down on her arm on the desk facing opposite of him. He sat down and started getting his papers out. He smelled a familiar scent, like vanilla coconut. He needed to work on his math homework since he was contemplating whether to text or call Becky for hours last night; he never got around to actually doing it. Adam searched through his bag and realized he didn't have a pen or pencil and must have left them in the street.

"Excuse me, Rebecca? Can I borrow a pencil?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, sure!" said Rebecca. She didn't turn to face him since her bag was on her right side and she was already facing that way when she was working. "Here you go," said Becky facing him. His back was to her now, trying to get a thorn out of his jeans that had been pricking him since he got to school. He took the pencil without turning around and brushed her hand.

"Sorry-" Adam began to say but he stopped short to see Becky Baker sitting next to him.

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