"Uncle Woody, it's okay. You don't have to come in with me. I'm 17 years old. Please, please, please don't make this a big deal," begged Haley.

"But it is a big deal. I just don't want you to have a bad day like Gia did." Woody told his only niece.

"Just because Gia had a day ending with a bus crash, doesn't me it will happen to me!" Haley assured her nervous uncle.

"Okay, but if you need anything, anything at all-"

"Call you. Yes, I know, Uncle Woody." Haley laughed to herself.

"Okay, then I'll see you after school?"

"I suppose." Haley answered as she got out of the car.

God, I am so nervous, Haley thought to herself. She had her schedule in one hand and her bag in the other. Her first class was math.

Haley Goodman walked into Neptune High. As she roamed the hall, trying to find the office, she bumped into a tall male student with dirty blonde hair. He smiled when she stopped him. His friends standing near.

"Excuse me, could you point me into the right direction? I think I'm lost." Haley explained.

The student looked at her then asked, "Are you sure you haven't already found it?" His friends chuckled to themselves.

At first, Haley looked around. Then she realized what he meant.

"Listen, as much as I'd love to continue this intelligent conversation, I have to find the office." Her hazel eyes rolled as she said this with a sigh.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to help some new girl for your punishment?" One of the tall guy's friends asked. The tall guy was laughing at first until he realized who the girl was.

"Well, Miss Goodman, I hope you have a good first day. Your helper around the school should be here any second, I assure you." The principal told her. Haley laughed to herself. Just then, the tall guy she'd bumped into earlier walked in.

"Ah, Mr. Echolls, so good of you to show up." The principal said as he gave the tall guy a look. "This is Haley Goodman, the mayor's only niece."

"Hello," the tall guy said.

"Hello," Haley said back. They shook hands.

"Logan here will show you to your first class, Haley," the principal nodded towards the door. "I will check up on you at the end of the day to see how things went."

"Really, it's okay. I don't need you to do that." Haley insisted.

"But it's the mayor's request," the principal explained.

"It's only cause he's nervous," Haley told him.

"Oh, I see," the principal said. He looked down for a moment at his desk and then looked back up. They were gone.

"So, what's your first class?" Logan asked as Haley tried her locker combination for the third try.

"Math." Haley said plainly. She didn't like the guy so far.

"Here let me help you," Logan offered as he watched the mayor's niece get frustrated.

"No, it's okay," Haley insisted.

"It's not okay. You're not getting it." Logan reached around so that he was practically pinning Haley against the locker.

"Really, I got it," Haley assured him.

They struggled. Both trying to get her combination lock. Finally, their hands touched. Both pulled back.

"You know what, go ahead." Haley gave up. She turned around and was facing Logan. Their chests slightly touching. She was shorter than him.

"Sorry," Logan apologized, though unsure for what.

"It's okay." Haley said. She looked up and saw his eyes clearly for the first time. They looked away. Haley waited. Logan moved.

"Let's see here," Logan said as he cleared his throat, "36-18-9." He got the lock to open.

"Thanks," Haley said quietly. She opened the locker and put her bag in. Then opened the bag and pulled out a notebook and pencil bag.

"Off to math," Logan said in a almost sing-song voice.

"Yep," Haley said. Logan led her to math.

After math was science, art, and then lunch. She was nervous about lunch more than anything. Who would she sit with? Who would want to sit with her?