Christine sat down with Meg in the hallway by the journalism room. Raoul and Carlotta soon joined them.

"Why are we eating with them Raoul?" Carlotta asked.

"Meg is my friend, and I want to know who this charming new girl is," He stated as he ate his sandwich. Carlotta sighed.

"So Raoul, how did your summer in Italy go?" Meg asked.

"Rather well, we visited many an attraction. AND I ATE SO MUCH GELATO IT IS DISGUSTING!"

Christine giggled.

"And yours Meg?"

"Well, as you can see, Christine here came to live with us. We spent most of the summer getting her moved in," Meg said.

"So Christine, where did you live before?"

"In the country, no name, just off the side of the highway," she looked at the ground.

"Oh,"

Carlotta, not sensing that this was a touchy subject, asked, "Why did you have to move in with Meg?"

"I-"

"Christine you don't have to answer that now," Meg said, draping a comforting arm over her shoulder.

Carlotta took this as an insult (sooo weird!) and walked away.

"Meg, I think I'm going to go get my stuff for my classes, I'll meet up with you in choir," Christine hurried off to the third floor.

She thought of all that had happened this past summer. The call from the police that her parents had rolled the car into the river and were killed on impact. Her grandmother not wanting to take her in. Leaving her house. Tears started to fall from her eyes.

"Hey, you shouldn't cry, it ruins your wonderful face," came a comforting voice.

Christine looked up at her locker, "Erik!" she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. She shook her head no, "If you need someone to talk to, I'm there alright?"

Christine ran over to him, clung to his arm, and let it all come out. During this time Erik had embraced her and was whispering comforting words in her ear. After about 10 solid minutes of this, Christine looked up at him.

"You're hugging me…you are there for me….and we barely even know each other…."

Erik realized what he was doing and went back to the locker, "Here, I made more room for you…"

Christine looked in to find that ½ the locker was cleared out for her. It wouldn't even be hard to tell whose was whose stuff because all of Erik's was black where as Christine's was a pastel color.

"Thanks," She said as she put binders back and grabbed more.

"What class do you have next?" Erik blurted out.

"Gym,"

"Me too, which teacher?"

"Linsted,"

"OH SHIT! Me too! I had him last year. He's a slave driver, but don't worry, we have health the first quarter of the year," he looked at her, "Want me to walk you to class?"

Christine nodded her head. She didn't care how many odd looks they got walking down the hall together. She was happy with him, and that was all that mattered to her at that time.

Sorry for the short chappie folks! And I am sorry that I haven't been updating as frequently. I've been sleep deprived and have been dyeing my hair (hehehehehe, its blue!)

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