FOR RETURNING READERS: This chapter was originally under 2,000 words. Now it is over 6,000. I do hope you enjoy everything I added in!

As the school became clearer and closer as the distance lessened, Beck felt his chest tightening. A panic attack, and anxiety attack, or perhaps he was just dying, he wasn't quite sure. All he was sure of is that this was all some huge mistake that wasn't going to end up well for the teenage boy. Aubrey looked much more confident, silently sitting in the back seat with her earbuds in and a book open in her hands, though he hadn't seen her turn pages for quite some time. There was a soccer ball resting in his own lap, the main reason that he was granted entrance to the posh school being his soccer skill. His grades were never exactly the best, his sister receiving all of the smarts. They both had quite the talent for music, though Aubrey was more a choir girl whilst he was more a punk rock band guy. Beck had recieved the athleticism their father prided himself on. The twins were the best and worst of their parents, that was for sure.

At some point, Beck finally broke down whilst Kolio drove, the twins not exactly needing a car on the campus, eyeing that there were only a few more minutes until his opportunity was gone and he would be entering his dorm room to start a new chapter of his life. "Are you sure that I can do this?" His voice was quiet, even Aubrey didn't look up from what she was preoccupied with, lipsyncing the lyrics to some current Pentatonix song he was sure. Kolio's eyes quickly flashed to the other male, recognizing the signs of Beck doubting himself automatically.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely!" Kolio tried his best to be supportive, though he wasn't sure if he was succeeding or not. The only thing the elder boy could do, however, he was there for Beck, which he knew. He pulled up to the sidewalk outside of the school, taking in a deep breath as he put the car into park, then turning to the brunette male. "I know you can do this." He sounded more confident than he felt, he himself being scared for his best friend. It was a lot of pressure, and there were a lot of things that could go wrong, but Kolio always tried to look on the positive side of things.

Aubrey finally glanced up, having tried to give Beck his bro time before they were without the other male. She would always be there, but Kolio's time was a fleeting gift. She took one earbud out, placing a comforting hand on top of her brother's shoulder. He turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers after a slight hesitation on his part. She could see the utter fear in them, but the siblings knew that this would have to happen one day. Why not today? "Kolio isn't only saying this to be kind, he truly believes it, as do I. Stacie and Emily are rooting for you from back home, but this is all on you. We can't just hold your hand and wait for you to jump. Consider myself a mama bird that is kicking your little ass to the curb. Are you going to fly or hit the concrete?" She asked, and her words honestly making Beck smile a little bit. "New flash, you need to fly. Especially if my roommate is annoying as hell and I only have you to hang out with." He knew that she was joking, but the joking put him more at ease than he had been since finding out about his transfer. Aubrey didn't give him time to actually respond when she drew a hand back, punching her brother on the shoulder and climbing quickly out of the car.

"She's going to kick your ass if you don't get out of this car." Kolio pointed out as Beck gently rubbed his now slightly sore shoulder. His sister could pack a punch, that was for damn sure. Beck then presently scrambled to get out of the car, his soccer ball long forgotten on the floorboard of the car as his eyes fell on the wonderful campus that was Barden. It was ginormous, that was for sure. There were blue and gold banners that hung all around him, and Beck swore he was on some sort of college campus. There were very few things that left the Mitchell boy speechless, but this was starting to. There were students of all different shapes, sizes, and colors. The buildings were fantastic works of brick and intricacy, every detail seemed to be thought out and perfectly executed. The one thing that he was excited for, however, was the soccer field. If the school was this impressive, how could they not have a state of the art field as well? While Beck had been on the soccer team, they had never been able to have a rivalry game held at Barden due to the fact they had just replaced their old stadium in the past few years, and it had coincidentally wrapped up right before tryouts (which Beck still needed to find out when those were if he wanted to be on the team). He only reached back into the car to grab his baby, the DJing equipment that he couldn't just leave behind at his mother's. He needed something to pass his newly free time.

As Beck was standing there in awe, some random guy walked past as Kolio was climbing out of the car. He was tall, sandy-haired with a crooked grin and his eyes quickly scanned Beck up and down. He couldn't tell if the boy was checking him out or trying to scope out the competition, either way, the other male smiled, nodding his head. "Sup?" He then passed by the shorter male, as if he hadn't even spoken a word. Beck, being Beck, panicked.

Oh my god, he knows I'm trans! He judged me already! Beck could feel himself starting to sweat as Kolio got his trunk out of the back of his car, putting it down on the sidewalk and approaching his friend. Beck automatically turned toward him, his face as white as a ghost. "I want to go home!" Kolio had barely witnessed the fleeting interaction, but he knew that it wasn't bad enough to warrant this type of reaction.

"Relax. He was being friendly!" Kolio told Beck. Beck only shook his head, already having second thoughts about everything. There were so many things that could go wrong, how could he not have considered it before? What if he was rejected? He didn't know how much longer he could be someone that he was not, it was a soul-crushing experience. But, instead of getting caught all up in his head like he so wished to, he took in a deep breath. This was a new school, after all, so he could be whomever he wanted to be. He wanted to be cool, calm and collected. He had to focus on soccer, the reason he was there. Even though he had been accepted into the school as an athlete, he still had to make the team fair and square.

"You're right. I can do this." As Kolio went to the passenger's seat door that Beck had left open, he couldn't help but smile as he noticed the lonely little soccer ball on the ground. He picked it up, playing with it in his hands as he scanned to ensure that Beck hadn't left anything in his car when he had gotten out in a hurry. "I'll see you, Kolio. Keep me updated about Stacie and Emily. Please." Beck turned around and started to walk away, trying his best to walk tall as he did so.

"Beck." Kolio brought out a the Barden soccer ball, throwing it to Beck as soon as the shorter male turned around. Beck couldn't help but grin as his hand made contact with the cool ball, holding it as if it was his most prized possession, which it currently was. "Be a good boy." Kolio winked, earning a chuckle from Beck who then turned around and walked away. Kolio looked on proudly as he walked away, hopeful that this was the change that Beck needed to finally come out of his shell. Sure, Kolio and Beck were the best of friends, but Kolio was Beck's only friend apart from the girls, and the girls only met him through Aubrey. This was the push he needed, Kolio was sure as he climbed into his car, driving away from the posh campus.

Beck walked with newfound confidence as he made his way down the quad. There were groups of beautiful women all standing around, a marching band welcoming the newcomers to the school while playing some peppy music. Beck had to admit that he like what he was seeing, the school spirit was admirable and the girls weren't that bad looking. Sure, he had been born a female, but that almost gave him a different outlook on women that most guys didn't exactly have. There were ways that he got the pain that they experienced before he had begun cutting his hand shorter and being called 'she' less and less. Women were wonderful, beautiful creatures that deserved all of the respect in the world, and he would ensure he treated them as such. Beck wasn't exactly one to look at a female's looks and only judge her based on that, that was for sure. There were many women that he knew that were absolutely stunning on the outside cough Kommissar cough but had no personality except for that. It wasn't that Beck was looking to start something new as he had just ended his very poor excuse for a relationship, but he wasn't totally opposed to the idea. That being said, soccer was his main goal.

There was a bit of chaos in the dorm hallway of his new home, but nothing that he couldn't handle as he ducked away from a football being tossed very close to his head. As soon as he located his room he gained entry, crossing the threshold into a more serene setting. Well, compared to what he had just experienced, it was serene. There were three boys in the room already, which seemed a bit odd because there were only two beds. He noticed that his roommate, whichever male it was, had already begun decorating his side, some soccer posters up on the walls with a few bands and school spirit related things. There was a little flag that said Barden Titans - Swanson #7, and though he wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, he could make the assumption for himself that was his roommate's name. There was one boy standing, shirtless with a big of a dopey grin and an almost sweet yet can be cocky disposition. Then there was one sitting on a little desk chair, a caucasian red-haired muscular boy that appeared very enthralled by some book that he was reading. He had on black glasses that almost gave him a Clark Kent look. Lastly, there was a very pale guy, a bit on the chubbier side though still seemed to be a bit athletic at that. His hair was a bit curly, a defining feature that he would probably later call him if he didn't learn the names of the boys.

"Hey!" Beck tried his best to sound cheery, but his voice came out a bit more high pitched than he would have liked it to. He quickly cleared his throat, still attempting to keep a cool disposition as to not appear like a dork as he ran a hand through his hair. "Uh, which one of you is my new roommate?"

The three boys seemed to take the young Beck in for a minute, exchanging looks before the shirtless guy stepped forward. Beck made the assumption this was Swanson, and clearly, he was also a soccer lover like him. That part of him Beck already found himself liking. He had little respect for people that only played a game for the glory or the girls, he only liked the ones that played the beautiful game because they loved it just as much as he did. Swanson was clearly one of those guys. "That would be me. What's your name?" He wondered out loud instead of introducing himself first, which struck Beck as odd though he shook it off.

"Beck. Beck Mitchell." Beck brought up a hand in the shape of a fist, attempting to receive a fist bump and an introduction in return. Swanson glanced down at the fist, raising an eyebrow as he glanced back again at the two boys that surrounded them before bringing his own fist, hitting it against the outstretched one.

"Jesse Swanson." Though he clearly thought that Beck was weird, the shorter guy couldn't blame him. Kolio was right, Beck's male friends were few and fleeting, especially since news of his transition had moved throughout Debonair. Most of the males that he had befriended in school were not cool with being in the presence of a transgender, though most of them were losers anyway so Beck tried not to take it too hard. Close-minded people were just like that sometimes. Beck knew that he would need to put in a bit more effort in order to befriend Jesse, but he had to shelve that thought as Jesse spoke up again. "This is Benji." The curly-haired boy nodded his head at Beck, who did the gesture in return. "And this is Nicholas." Clark Kent lookalike then waved in response, causing Beck to nod his head to him as well.

"Awesome." There were very few times where Beck would be as forward as his sister could be, and there was only one thing that was on his mind. As he went to unpack his trunk and all, he knew that a convenient place to talk about soccer was here. Also, he knew that he needed a way to relate to the boys that seemed skeptical of him. "Anyways, do you know when soccer tryouts start?" It wasn't as casual as he would have liked, but curiosity killed the cat.

"Noon. You play?" Jesse asked, and there was almost a hint of doubt in his voice. Jesse took in the boy that stood in his room. He was a bit shorter than most players that he had worked with in the past, but he couldn't fault him for that. You couldn't exactly control your height. Jesse noticed athleticism when he saw it, however, and Beck was well built for someone of his stature. Jesse assumed that Beck's strength was speed, which was something that they needed. They had lost a lot of good seniors the previous year, and the coach was always looking for new talent after all. This could be Barden's chance to take it all.

"Yeah. Center forward. Do you?" Jesse could have done a little happy dance right there, they had lost their number one center forward the previous year. But, he was getting ahead of himself. He hadn't even seen the boy play yet, so he had to act nonchalant as he tugged on his Barden practice shirt. He didn't know if Nicholas and Benji were seeing what he was seeing, but he was starting to get a bit more hopeful. Jesse was the most soccer-crazed out of all of them.

"Yeah, I'm a striker. Nicholas and Benji are halfbacks." Beck had a very minimal amount of clothes, he wasn't exactly the most fashionable person. He had packed for soccer mainly, most of his wardrobe had been flannel shirts and jeans. Sure, there were a few things that he owned that were a bit nicer. Dress pants and a dress shirt, some pairs of shorts, but those were only for extreme situations. Beck had slowly become more and more confident the longer that he was on T, his more muscular physique he wanted to showcase. He had worked hard, he was proud of it.

"Cool. I hope we get to work together on the field, then." Beck's voice was nonchalant, though he was praying that he would get along with the three males in his room. It was nice to have close friendships on the field with your teammates, but Beck wanted some friends as well. As he went to move a few of his things, his pair of combat boots fell over, revealing a few things of tampons he used to hide there. The three boys around him collectively gasped as Beck tried to put on a brave face. He forgot he had those, he hadn't worn those combat boots in quite awhile. He had luckily been put on a pill stops your period, the best invention ever.

"Okay. Why do you have tampons in your boot?" Nicholas asked as the three boys stood up and moved closer. Jesse almost had a look of recognition, though he didn't say anything as Beck played it cool, able to come up with an excuse on the fly.

"My sister must have put them in there. She likes playing pranks on me." Beck told them nonchalantly. The three nodded their understanding, and Beck didn't even have a doubt in his mind as he walked over to the little desk that he assumed was is (it was the only clean one), setting down the bag with all of his equipment. He could feel the eyes of the other three watching him as he unzipped his quite expensive setup, and begun to bring out the turntables.

"Does she go here? Your sister, I mean." Benji asked as he took his original seat again, staring at the forgotten tampons as if they were grenades. Nicholas, however, was watching the set up of the DJ equipment, Beck already getting a few cool points in his book.

"Yeah, she's my twin." Beck pointed out as he quickly finished setting up, this was almost like second nature to him after all. He then turned to the other boys, watching their faces. "Don't worry, we aren't identical. I'm an original copy, if there were two of me, the world couldn't handle that much sexiness." He tried to be sarcastic, but it didn't look like the other three guys understood his humor.

"Okay then." Jesse was the first to speak, exchanging glances with the others. "Well, we are going to get out of your way there, bud." Jesse lifted his hand to the others in a follow-me motion, and the other two mumbled their goodbyes and then exited, leaving Beck alone to collect his bearings.

At Noon...

"Let's start the season how we finished the last. Sharp!" Coach Turner announced, walking down the line of boys. "You give me your all, and I plan on giving you the same!" It almost felt as if they were at boot camp in some form of military lineup with the drill sergeant sizing all of them up. That feeling came up again as he started to move down the line, critiquing almost every single boy except Jess and Nicholas. It felt like an eternity until the coach was going through the boy right next to Beck. "What are you, the runt of the family?" His voice was almost as cold as his stare as he looked the boy up and down before moving onto Beck. For some reason, the man didn't say anything to Beck, almost as if Beck looked good which the short boy highly doubted. At least he wasn't the shortest guy on the field, however. "Alright, shirts and skins." Beck could feel his heart sink until he realized that the coach was more than aware he was a transgender. The coach didn't skip a beat as he looked at his clipboard, then to Beck. "You're a shirt." He said, loud enough for everyone to hear before he leaned down close to Beck's ear, dropping his voice to a low whisper. "I know what you are and think you are brave, but you will receive no special treatment on my field. Is that understood?" Beck only nodded his head to show that he had heard him as the coach pulled away, then assigning the rest of the boys. "Okay guys, let's go."

There were a few simple warm-ups followed by some quick feet drills. While Beck wasn't exactly the fastest guy on the field, he wasn't the slowest and you could tell that he was working his ass off. Jesse was excelling at every single challenge that was put before him, and Beck thought the fit young man could probably do all of it in his sleep. He was going to have to see if Jesse could show him some of the ropes that went into becoming a Barden High School soccer player, which shouldn't be that hard. He was just going to have to find some common ground. Then came the small scrimmage, something that Beck usually excelled at, but as he saw some of the boys watching him, he was reminded of the events that had taken place on the Debonair field only a few weeks earlier. The boxed-in feeling as everyone surrounded him, laughing their asses off at him cause him to fumble quite a few times, which couldn't have looked very good in the coach's eyes. By the time the practice was over, Beck was lying on the ground wheezing. Even Debonair didn't train half as hard as Barden did, that was clear, and it had finally caught up with Beck. He had put his heart into it and now he could only hope for the best.

After Practice...

"At ease, gentlemen." All the boys finished one last push-up and stood up, surrounding the coach. "I've seen a lot of energy and commitment out there today. And that makes a coach proud. Now, I want to split us up into the first string and second string. You second-stringers, don't take it too hard. You're just as much part of this team as the first-stringers. Apart from, of course, playing the game part. Willis. Redpath. St. Clair. Blitz. Mitchell." Beck's name had been the very last called as the yellow pullover was thrown at him, hitting him square in the face. It wasn't that he was surprised, he truly had seen it coming and knew that it was needed. The other players on the field were seasoned and used to the training style of Coach Turner. Beck was determined, however, to bite and claw his way into first string. "Second string. The rest of you, congratulations. First-stringers. Now, hit the showers." The team huddled one last time, cheering before most of them made their way to the showers. Jesse ran up, almost feeling a bit sad for his roommate.

"Hey, you'll get them next time." As team captain, it was his job to encourage his players after all. Beck gave him a slight nod and a thumbs up, but then the coach walked over. Beck was a bit relieved to see him, though he didn't know why. Jesse jogged off to join the rest of the team as Beck turned toward Turner.

"Mitchell! No shower for you." The coach said, walking to Beck, who had to bite back a very sarcastic response. He wasn't quite sure how this guy dealt with sarcastic little shits, though he was not going to be the one to find out and be made an example out of. He was hard enough in practice when he wasn't pissed off, after all, and Beck did not need a vendetta against him. "Principal Gold wants to see you in his office."

"Sir, yes sir." Beck nodded, but before he could run away he noticed the coach glance around quickly. "You'll get the hang of things here soon, and by that point, I do hope to see you on my first string line. Jake Pentowsky seems quite incompetent between us guys." The man then winked before walking away, not giving Beck enough of a chance to respond, though the coaches' words put a brand new fire underneath of Beck's ass. Clearly, Turner saw something in him, which made him smile all the way to the main building.

At The Office...

"Mr. Mitchell." Principal Gold said as soon as Beck walked into the office. He was hoping this was just a regular, welcome visit instead of a 'Hey we made a mistake and we don't want a freak walking around our halls' type of visit. "Horatio Gold. Headmaster." The principal, for some reason, bowed at Beck, which struck him as odd. He wasn't used to being treated so formally. As the young teenager watched the man he noticed that he had a bald head that if Beck looked into long enough, he was sure that he could see his future. Before Beck could laugh at his own thought process Mr. Gold straightened back up, smiling kindly. "So very pleased to meet you. So very, very pleased."

"I think you forgot a very or two in there, sir," Beck said, though this joke was all in good fun. Clearly, the headmaster understood that because he gave Beck a full, wholehearted laugh. "Pleased to meet you as well, sir. I head you, uh, wanted to see me?"

"I thought that I would just invite you in here to say welcome, see how you are doing, how you are liking campus, how you are liking our soccer team?" Beck wasn't quite sure in which order to answer all of those questions, it had all seemed like just one long, run-on sentence.

"Yeah, I'm doing great, you know? Just got done with tryouts and all, hoping to fight my way up to first string here soon." Beck pointed out as he motioned to the yellow pullover that was hanging from his shoulder.

"That's great! Jumping right in aren't you?" there was nothing fake about the smile on the headmaster's face, and Beck appreciated it. He was used to people just thinking that he was a troublemaker due to the years that he had tried to stay away from people, hating himself completely. Now he was in a new place, free to be whoever he chose to be, which left him with a very important decision. Who did he want to be?

"You bet, sir. Jumping right in head first I guess you could say."

"Just so you know, we at Barden have a zero-tolerance policy." This place was already sounding about a hundred times better than Barden was. "If anything happens to you, please feel free to bring it to my attention. The headmaster's door is always open to bright students who need it." Beck wasn't exactly sure that he was a bright person, but he thought better than to interrupt the little speech that he was getting. "Also, we have a separate shower that I think you would be more comfortable using. It's pretty convenient, and this way you don't have to dress in front of anyone. There's one for your dorm and one at the soccer stadium." There were two keys that he pulled off his desk and held out to Beck.

"Thank you so much, sir," Beck stated as he reached forward to take the keys. He had to notice the blue and gold lanyard they hung on that he would probably set his dorm key on as well. He was notorious for losing things that weren't glued to him, so this was a good thing. It also made him feel quite a bit better about his position in the school. He was busy thinking about a few things until he was pulled out of his thoughts by a question.

"How do you like the campus?"

"It's beautiful." That was an honest answer. The architecture alone was enough to leave someone breathless, but all of the posters talking about events and that around campus showed just how inclusive the place was.

"You've been inspired by the royal blue and gold?" These questions seemed pointless and the fatigue was starting to wear into Beck from practice. He was praying that this conversation was going to end soon, but he tried not to show it.

"You know it. I love it."

"You know, you remind me of one of my best friends from college. Coincidentally, he was a transgender student as well." Beck thought to point out that they weren't all the same as Gold was lost in thought for a second, but thought better of it. "I know how hard it was for him to feel like he belonged, so I will make sure that your time here in Barden is as normal and grand as you want it. I'll act as an... unofficial big brother of sorts." This conversation was slowly getting creepier. "Don't be surprised if I just pop in unannounced just to check up!" Nevermind, NOW it was creepy. Thought Beck, though his smile never wavered.

"Yeah, I look forward to it sir," Beck said, trying to hold back the level of sarcasm, though it still slipped in slightly. He knew the principal was trying to be nice, but he really could care less, all of his thoughts being caught in how to become first string and how tired he was.

"Now scoot!" Gold said as Beck nodded, letting out a sigh of relief. He walked outside and, with his graceful luck, automatically ran into someone.

"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry!" Her voice was almost like music, but that thought caught Beck off-guard as he automatically glanced down to locate the books that he had heard hit the ground with a loud thud noise. He bent down to help her pick up her books, still not taking a second to glance at the girl. He felt pretty horrible because he wasn't exactly a light guy, and he also wanted this encounter to last as short as possible. He was tired, he was sore, and he still hadn't showered after the hell that was practice.

"Please, don't worry about it. It was all my fault." He pointed out as he finally took a second to look up at the girl. The first thing that froze him in place was the fact that her face was mere centimeters from his own. The second thing that froze him? Her crystal blue eyes, hypnotizing him. If he was about to say anything else, he couldn't remember. Luckily, he snapped out of his daze when he heard the door behind him swing open.

"What is...?" Gold came out of his office because of the commotion from the two running into each other. "Getting to know the opposite sex, are we? Male-female dynamics. All that sexual tension. It's all part of the high school experience. So continue. Please. But keep it clean, though. Okay. Abstinence is key. Abstinence is... The best way to not is to not. Yes." He walked back into his office as Beck raised his eyebrow, a slight chuckle escaping from his lips.

"Is he always that friendly?" Probably not the smoothest thing to break the silence between the two, but hey, he wasn't the smoothest guy when he wasn't on the field or behind his turntables. The two straightened up at the same time, only inches apart now as he gave her a bit of a nervous smile, able to take in her whole look instead of just her captivating eyes. He found that the rest of her was hypnotizing enough. Fiery red hair that fell down to her shoulders and a face like an angel. Any thought that Kommissar was attractive went out of the window as soon as his eyes connected with hers. But, in his mind, he had already forgotten Kommissar had existed. The girl was dressed simply in the school uniform, aka the worst part about the school so far in Beck's eyes. She wore her blue button up a bit tighter than he thought possible or necessary, tucked into her short khaki skirt. Leggings were underneath, paired with a pair of maroon shoes, the only personalization she was allowed to have minus her minimal jewelry. Then, of course, there was the dreaded tweed black blazer that somehow she pulled off like a supermodel on a catwalk.

"Are you kidding? That's him being rude." Chloe was looking Beck over, noticing automatically his deep blue eyes that reminded her almost of the ocean water after a storm passed through. His short hair brown hair complimented his face nicely, though it was a bit dirty. Her eyes did travel to view the rest of his outfit, curious as to why he would be a bit dirty. This, of course, was answered by reading his shirt. Barden Titans Soccer - Mitchell. His last name was written in sharpie, and of course, Chloe could tell that he had come from the practice that had taken place that day. The shirt fit him quite well in her opinion, and he wore some baggy shorts and athletic shoes. She thought he looked quite cute, even for a dirty soccer player.

"Thank you for confirming that I don't want to see friendly." Beck's tone was playful almost, something that he was most certainly not. There was something about this girl that made him comfortable, and he didn't even know her name yet. He wasn't the type of guy to only go for looks, however, and the possibility of seeing her again would probably be slim. Beck wasn't exactly known for being smooth, so the fact that she had laughed at his comment caught him off guard.

"You would. Trust me." She said, smiling at him and biting her lip. She had been so used to boys trying to hit on her the first second they laid eyes on her, so just a nice casual conversation was nice. Chloe was about the most popular girl that Barden had to offer, though she wasn't a stuck-up popular girl. She was just friendly and bubbly and people seemed drawn to her. Though, if she were being honest, that got to be a bit much at times. If she were being honest about another thing, she couldn't help but think that if he had hit on her, she wouldn't have minded one bit. He's cute, sue me.

"Here are your books." Beck's voice brought her out of her thoughts as he smiled at her, making her heart skip a quick beat or two. She took them after he held them out, returning his smile with a dazzling one of her own.

"Thank you." Her voice was quiet as her eyes locked with his and dark met light. They were stuck like that for a little bit, just staring into each other's eyes, and Chloe couldn't help but think that she didn't recall seeing this boy around before. Even though Barden seemed huge, it wasn't exactly. She knew basically everyone on campus except the incoming freshman (and this guy) by their first name. Speaking of names, before she finally thought to ask him what his was, he opened his mouth to speak first.

"Well, I guess I'd better go. I'll see you around." Beck said not quite wanting the encounter to end but not quite knowing what to say to her. He, instead, gave her his nicest smile and turned around, walking away and thankfully not running into anyone on his way out. He couldn't help but think of this girl with the pretty eyes as he made his way to the dorms, however, and that scared him a bit.