She came to school dripping wet. She had to walk, because her parents fought again and went different ways so angry that they completely forgot to drive her to school. But she's used to that. Rain wasn't so bad. She faced worse weather while walking to school.

Luce was in a hurry to come to class first, because she hated when she's late and when she enters the classroom every head in the room turns to her. She detested that.

She was in such a hurry; she didn't see a boy walking towards her. He was pretty distracted too, or maybe he was lost in thoughts, because he too, didn't see her. They collided with such a force she fell to the floor and all the books spilled out of her schoolbag. She started stuttering an apology, but when she looked at the boy, kneeling in front of her, helping her, she lost the speech. Words just died in her throat. The boy was so beautiful. His eyes were blue; blue as the ocean. No, bluer than that. His lips were slightly parted, and he was looking at her. He was looking right into her dark brown eyes. And he looked scared, so scared…

At first she didn't recognize him, because, well, she doesn't really look boys in to their eyes. But then she saw the dark bruise around his left eye. It was Isaac, the 'always bruised boy'. She wanted to touch his bruise and wipe it away. Suddenly he said: "Are you all right?" Luce's words were still stuck in her throat, so she just nodded. He let out a sigh, like he was scared he hurt her. But he still looked scared.

"I'm all right. Really. I… I… I wasn't… er… looking. Kinda late… and…" She wanted to slap herself. That was so embarrassing. His lips slightly curled. He almost smiled. Almost. But even if he did, it wouldn't reach the eyes. She looked away from his eyes and started gathering the books. He silently helped her. She couldn't help looking at him. He looked so fragile and yet he was built up. Well, he was at the lacrosse team. He had to have the right shape. She caught him looking at her. She blushed.

"Right, err, thanks." And she hurried to the class, before he could see just how red she was in the face.

Isaac's POV

He was lost in his thoughts. He looked for an excuse for his bruised eye. Coach will be asking him numerous questions again. He looked for an excuse for his father again. He would have beaten the crap out of him yesterday if Isaac wouldn't scream at him that he'll call the police. That sobered his father a little. But tonight will be the same or even worse. He shuddered.

Isaac was so lost in his thoughts; he didn't see the girl approaching him. All of the sudden something hit him and fell to the ground. His first thought was that his father came to school to finish the business. But as he looked down and saw a girl with long brown hair, he was relieved; so, so relived.

He kneeled down to help her gather the books. He looked at her. She wasn't exactly beautiful. But maybe it was the angle, because when she looked up at him, he got lost in her dark brown eyes. She had tiny freckles on her face.

She was pretty. Very pretty. More than pretty. She was beautiful.

He cleared his throat and said: "Are you all right?" She just nodded. He sighed because he didn't want to hurt anybody, like his father hurt him.

"I'm all right. Really. I… I… I wasn't… err… looking. Kinda late… and…" He smiled slightly, because she was cute when she stuttered. And her voice was so lovely. She looked away from him, but he couldn't stop staring.

She caught him staring and blushed. She looked so lovely. But suddenly she stood up. "Right, err, thanks." And she rushed away from him.