The next day in English Lily went to sit in her seat but this time Oliver was looking at her but with a smile on his face.

"Hi," he said "yesterday I didn't introduce myself properly. I'm Oliver Oken."

Lily gave him a small grin thankful that he actually talked to her instead of stare at her intently. "Lily Truscott."

"You just moved here?"

Lily nodded "From California."

"What made you want to leave sunny California for gloomy ol' Seattle? It you don't mind me asking."

Lily didn't mind him asking at all, she was actually happy someone was asking her questions with some thought in them instead of questions like "Did you ever see Orlando Bloom" (complaments of Amber and Ashley.)

"My mom is getting remarried and I figured it would be good to let my mom and her new husband have some time together without worrying about me. Plus, my dad is sort of lonely here."

Oliver looked genuinly interested in what Lily had to say and it was refreshing to her.

"So, those people you sit with at lunch, you live with all of them?"

Oliver nodded "We're sort of like a big family. A big slightly messed up family." he chuckled so did Lily.

The teacher entered the room and Oliver and Lily stopped talking. "Ok class, here is your very first pop quiz of the year!" he said enthusiastically.

Groans began to fill the room along with some "You can't be serious" and "This is so stupid!" But neither Oliver or Lily groaned, they both felt like they were well prepared. Lily was in advanced English in her old school so a lot of what they were learning was already taught to her once before.

"Take one and pass it back."

They papers were being passed back and as Lily grabbed the stack of papers: "SLICE!" papercut. It was small but it was still bleeding nonetheless.

"Ouch!" screeched Lily.

Lily looked up at Oliver who's eyes had some how changed to a darker charcoal color and he was gripping the desk so hard that Lily was afraid he'd snap it in half and pieces of wood would go flying. He looked angry, he looked uncontrollable, he looked hungry.

His hand shot up in the air "Mr. Hays I need to go to the office for something."

Without any questions, Mr. Hays apathetically let Oliver go and he bolted out the door.

Lily sat there for a few seconds trying to figure out what was up with Oliver. She couldn't figure it out.

"Mr. Hays?" Lily asked raising her hand. "Do you have a band aid?"

"No, but there are some in the office. Bring a whole box back would you?"

Lily got up and walked to the office trying not to look down at her bloody finger: Blood made her sort of queesy.

When Lily got to the office she could here someone talking to the school guidance councelor.

"I'm sorry I can't change your schedule, all your other classes are full during those times."

"Please, just take me out of first period English."

First period English? Lily thought. Oliver?

Sure enough Oliver came storming out of the office and nearly ran into Lily but stopped to look at her. He was inches away from her then he glanced at her bloody finger and darted out the door.

"Ms. Truscott."

Lily watched Oliver walk away with a confused look on her face. Why was he acting so weird around her? Why was he trying to get out of English class with her? Was he angry with her? Did she do something wrong? A million questions floated in Lily's head and it was giving her a headache.

"Ms. Truscott" said the guidance councelor a little more sternly. "Can I help you?"

Lily turned and looked at the guidance councelor and forgot what she was going to say. "Um...do you have any band aids?"