Chapter Two

Just then the bell rang. I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulders then started walking. I had gotten halfway across the room when I realized he wasn't following.

"What's wrong?" I asked, coming back over to him.

"Oh, we're suppose to err… leave now?"

"Yes, the bell rang."

"Right, I didn't remember," he said, still looking puzzled. "What is the bell for again?"

"Its to tell us when class is over," I said, looking at him strangely, "then in five minutes it rings again for the late bell. You have to be in class by then or you'll be swept. Come on, we have to get all the way to third floor green hall."

He gave me another puzzled look.

"Look just follow me, I'll explain on the way.

We left the classroom, emerging into the busy corridor, filled with teenagers trying to get to class on time.

"So, there are 2000 students at this school. There are three floors plus five portables, extra classrooms; we have Government in there later. Each floor has five corridors, they form a circle, the orange hall, that's sticking out the circle, and the New Wing, its new, thus the name, it also sticks out. Then there's the entrance hall, cafeteria, were the halls intersect, and the crossway."

He was right at my elbow, listing closely as we approached the crossway.

"That's it, the crossway," I said, pointing to what seemed to be hundreds of students, crammed into an intersection of three halls and a stairway. It was a mess of students; from here it looked impossible to get through.

"What is that?" he asked, staring in aw at it.

"The crossway is the only place in the school were there are people going in four directions. Every student has to cross here at least twice a day; it's the busiest in the school. There's the new wing, yellow hall, and green hall, plus it's the fasts way to get to the red hall from most places. The only way to get through is by force. Just follow me, I'll wait on the other side for you."

We had now reached it. In front of me were two very big seniors, who looked like football players; they looked like they were heading towards the stairs, which was lucky. I'm a very small person, so I've learned to follow in the wake of bigger people when getting through crowds.

Behind me I saw that James was completely lost, so I did the only thing I could think of. I reached back and grabbed his hand. Yes, I am a complete and utter idiot, I'd barely meet the kid and here I was acting like we were together. He didn't seem to mind though. He probably didn't remember that girls and boys usually didn't hold hands except when well, they were together. Anyway, I pulled him to safety onto the staircase and started climbing, letting go of his hand. Luckily he was a step behind me so he didn't see how red my face had gone.

"Um, so we have, um, computer class now, right," I said when we had reached the entrench to my next class. James was still clueless to my embarrassment, he actually seemed a little nervous.

"Err… I don't think I've ever actually used a computer. I have a strange feeling that we didn't have them at my old school," he was saying. I barely heard him; I was remembering how warm his hand felt in mine.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Summer is a really good teacher, a little strict but don't worry, come on the bell's about to ring."

I lead him into the classroom; on the left when you entered the room was a small office. Our teacher Mrs. Summer sat inside, most people don't like her, but I don't mind, she's fair.

"Mrs. Summer, hi, um… this is the new student, James."

"Hello, do you have a last name," she said coming right to the point. I stepped back so that James could go closer to her, but he didn't see to want to.

"Err… Evens? Yes, its Evens," James said, he was doing the whole I-can't-remember-who-I-am-thing which I found SO HOT.

"Well, where's your schedule?" She asked, and after he handed it to her she asked abruptly, "So you have worked with a computer before?"

"I err… don't think so," he said awkwardly, "I was in an accident about a month ago and lost all my memory."

"Oh, well, Miss. Riddle, can you show him the basics?" she didn't wait for me to continue before saying, "this class is very basic, so I don't think you'll have any problems. If you do we can arrange a time to work after class. Well off you go."

I didn't remember if she had told him were to sit, so I lead him over to my normal place.

"Chris," I said to the boy next to me, he was really annoying so I didn't mind being a little rude, "I'm suppose show the new kid how to use a computer so can you move down so we can sit together?"

There was an empty chair next to him and after a little grumbling he agreed to move.

"So, James, you said you've from England, so how did you get here?" I asked. Sure I knew it was a little insensitive, the guy had just lost his memory, but I could help it. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with mysteries past to boot, I was just a little curious.

"I don't remember," he said, not in an annoyed voice, but more like he was trying to remember something important that he had forgotten. "I woke up about a month ago in the hospital, I couldn't remember anything except the name James Evens. I've spent the last few weeks trying to remember something, but the doctors finally decided that I probably lost it for good. So I got put in foster care and sent here."

"Oh, I'm sorry I asked," I said, "So are you in a house or with a family?" I asked.

"They're trying to find some one to take me well I'm at school, I've been living in the hospital."

"Well I hope you find some one," I said, then to make him feel better I added, "I'm in the system too, my parents died when I was a baby."

"Sorry," he said. I realized that he probably didn't want to talk about people dying right now. That was when I realized just how big a dork I was, he couldn't even remember his parents and here I was talking parents.

Luckily for me the bell rang just then and I could busy myself with showing him the basics. I just couldn't stop thinking how hot he looked when he was thinking. I was doing the one thing I told myself I would never do; I was falling for a muggle.