Once English class had ended Bradin and I quickly picked up our belongings and, stuffing them in our bags, exited the classroom together.
"So let me see your schedule." I stuck my hand out promptly and waited for him to fish the crumpled pink slip out from his bag. I glimpsed at it hastily and handed it back, "Alright."
"What've we got together?" He looked at me out of the corner of his eye as I gazed straight ahead.
"Excuse me?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. What is he getting at? I just met him.
"What classes do we have together?" He quickly corrected himself, gazing down at his checkered van sneakers.
"Oh, that." I let out an embarrassed giggle and began playing with the hem of my black halter top, "We've got English together."
"Obviously." He chuckled.
"Alright, genius, I was just giving you the list." I slapped him playfully, "English, Anatomy and Physics we have together in the morning. Then we've got lunch and I don't see you again until Woodshop."
He stopped in his tracks, "You. Are in woodshop?"
"Yeah, you heard correctly. I'm in woodshop. Right now I'm working on an Adirondack chair." I continued walking, knowing that his reaction would be a common one, everyone always looked at me funny about that. It was just woodshop, right? And I was just a sports playing girl with a name like Daveigh.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt his arm brush against mine, he'd clearly shaken himself from his shock and caught up with me just in time to pass Callie's locker. Her eyes grew wide as she looked the two of us up and down.
"Dave!" She waved me over to her and Bradin followed close behind, being the new kid he didn't know where else to go.
"Cal, this is –" I was sharply cut off by a squealing hello from Callie. I watched as she hugged Bradin.
"It's so great to see you again!" She shouted.
"Callie, he's not deaf." I rolled my eyes, looking down at my feet.
"Oh, shut up, Daveigh." Callie retorted playfully, "You're just scared that I'm going to ditch you. Don't worry; you're still my best friend." She gave me a quick hug and escorted herself off to her next class.
"So I see you know Callie." Brain nodded approvingly, "She's a cool girl."
"You've only talked to her once." I snapped, quickening my pace down the hallway, "Don't judge a book by its cover, Bradin. I'dve expected Playa Linda to have taught you at least that by now."
Within seconds I was speeding ahead of him, unaware if he was trailing behind me or completely lost. And, quite honestly, I didn't care in the slightest.
