You walk into the counselor's office to pick up your schedule. The secretary smiles brightly at you and hands it to you. You feign a small smile back. "Thanks." you mutter, gripping the piece of paper and reading down the list of six classes. You have history next. You grimace as you read down the list. English, History, Theater, Lunch, Spanish, Math, then P.E. You groan internally when you see PE on there. Oh, how you hate it.

You leave the small office and start walking down the hall way until you find a room 303. You look up and walk in cautiously to see someone you did not want to see. You sigh and try to get past the boy to the teacher without him seeing you. You keep your face hidden in your hair and walk past him. What is he doing in your second period class room? There is no way in hell you have two classes together. "I'm new." you mumble quietly to the teacher as students start filing into the classroom. "Great." the teacher smiles at you. You smile back as you read the plaque on his desk with his name on it. You look on your schedule too, to make sure that that is his name. Mr. Johnson. Sounds easy enough to remember. "Just wait ... one second." he muttered, sidetracked as two boys were throwing a football across the room. He jumped in between them, catching the ball and glowered at them. "Seats. Now." he said sternly. The boys smiled and sat down, causing the teacher to smile too. "You'll get this back after class." he said, trying to sound serious.

Your jaw practically drops once you see the curly haired boy actually take a seat and start talking to the person on his left.. You mentally curse at him for having this class, even though he had it first. You sigh in frustration and turn to Mr. Johnson. He smiles at you as he asks you your name. "Mitchie Torres." you mumble as he adds your name to his attendance list on the computer. "Sit where ever you'd like, Mitchie." he offers. You nod and look around the room, glad that no one even noticed you were there. You see two empty desks. Neither of them anywhere near where you would want to sit. One was right beside the curly haired boy, the other one was in front of him. God dammit!

You decide to try to play it cool and secretive as you casually sit in front of him. You gnaw at your bottom lip, hoping that you don't have to look back at all during the period. The teacher-Mr. Johnson, you remember, walks around the classroom, handing out papers. He puts 4 on your desk, letting you know you have to pass it back. You grind your teeth and place the papers over your head, reaching out towards the boy. The instant he grabs the papers, your hands touch accidentally, making you go fuzzy. You immediately let go of them, thinking that he already had a hold of them.

You sigh once you hear them hit the floor.

You turn around, trying to hide your face in your hair and pick them up just as he does. "Sorry." you mumble. He shakes his head. "No prob." he shrugs. You regrettably look at him. His eyes widen slightly before he composes himself. He bites his lip and sits up, turning half way to pass the papers back behind him. He turns back to you. You mentally kick yourself for not turning around as soon as he looked away. "Uh..." he says awkwardly, looking at you. "We never got to exactly meet." he mutters. You nod, biting your lip. "Listen, I don't want to start off bad here. So lets just agree to disagree. I was just kidding around in there, and things got out of hand." he tells you. The surprising part, is that you actually find yourself believing him. You just simply nod. "Yeah." you mutter. He smiles, making you shudder slightly. You are desperate to turn around. "I'm Nate. Nate Gray." he holds out his hand. You be brave and shake it, smiling to yourself. "Mitchie." you mumble. He smiles. "Nice name." he compliments. You roll your eyes. "Make fun of it if you want." you shrug, turning around casually. He laughs behind you.

"I wasn't." he says simply.

You just shrug and smile. Nate. So that was his name.

Surprisingly, second period went by in a blur. You and Nate talked a little bit more. It seemed as if you two talked every single chance you got. He even passed you a note. You smiled at the act, remembering middle school. You happily wrote back to him. You then shook your head and mentally yelled at yourself for letting yourself get so close to him already.

Not again. There's no way in hell.

As soon as the bell rings, you stand up in a flash and walk out of the class room. "Hey!" you hear him call after you. You act like you don't hear him and walk down the hall. That's when he starts calling your name. "Mitchie! Wait up!"

Yeah Mitchie! Wait! your mind screams at you. Let him talk to you! You shake your head. No. You walk faster. He finally catches up with you. "At least let me walk you to class." he offers. You can't help but smile, letting it fade the second you do. "Sure." you say, even though your mind is screaming No! He smiles and takes your schedule from you. You notice his dark brown eyes narrow as he reads it. "What the..." he whispers. You sigh. "What?" you ask. He looks up at you in utter confusion. "You have the exact same schedule as me. Every single class." he informs you, making you narrow your eyes too. 'Every single class..." he says again quietly. "Are you serious?" you ask, grabbing your schedule back. He nods and reaches into his back pocket, only to pull out his own schedule. You take it and compare the two, widening your eyes to find that they are exactly the same. Identical.

Well, this was going to be interesting.

You couldn't help but double check the schedules. "Wow." you mutter breathlessly. He nods in agreement. "Well...to third period...I guess." he mumbles, shrugging. You nod and follow after him.

"You do realize that you are going to get sick of me sooner or later?" you mumble, slightly joking. He grins at you. "Weird." he just says again. You smile in agreement.

You get to third period. About half an hour later, you realize, ironically, that the whole class will be getting parts to do a class project on Romeo and Juliet. Therefore, everyone got a part. You sighed to yourself. You looked over at Nate, who seemed excited at this news. "Awesome." he whispered to you after a while. "You can act?" you say a little skeptically. He laughs at your reaction and nods. "I love to." he replies. "I'm going for Romeo." he says casually. You laugh a little until you see that he is serious. 'Oh.' you mouth. He rolls his eyes and smiles. "You should go for Jules." he offers. You narrow your eyes. "I don't want to be Juliet." is all you say. He shrugs.

"So who is going to audition to be Juliet?" the teacher, Mrs. Jenkins, asks.

"You forced me to do this." Nate mutters, almost incoherently. You narrow your eyes.

"This girl right here!" He yells, pointing at you, practically standing from his seat. "Nate!" you hiss. "What are you doing?" You blush deeply, looking around. "Uh..." you mutter. "Not if there is someone who wants it more." You say, trying to act polite. It is quiet and you swear you hear a cricket chirping. Damn you Nate. Damn you to hell. You curse him mentally. He smiles comfortably at you and leans back in his chair. You kick it, causing him to fall against the desk behind him. You laugh but cover your mouth. He glares at you.

"Romeo?" the teacher asks. You narrow your eyes when no one-not even Nate- raises their hand. "Jerk!" you hiss, realization hitting you. He just laughs in response. It is quiet besides several small conversations going on in the room, including yours with Nate. "Who is Juliet?" someone in the back asks, making you raise your eyebrows sarcastically. No one really listens in this class. The teacher looks at you before pointing in your direction. You look back at the guy that asked and narrow your eyes at the look on his face. "Hell, then I'll do it!" he grins, looking you up and down. You grimace and turn back to the front of the class. The teacher sighs and looks around the class room as three more guys start to volunteer for the part of Romeo.

"Settle down Josh." she mutters, grimacing and looking around the classroom, probably debating on who has the better acting skills from the way she is looking at them. You notice her eyes fall on Nate. "You aren't going for Romeo this year?" she asks skeptically with a slight sound of desperation that you just did not understand for the life of you. She sounds like she actually wants him to be Romeo. He chuckled slightly, causing you to bite your lip.

Stop this. Stop this right now. He is nothing to you. You barely know him. STOP.

"Fine Mrs. J." he smirked. "Can I audition for Romeo?" You send daggers at him before turning around in your seat, staring at the white board across the room. You grind your teeth slightly, anxious to get to lunch. Your hands are shaking slightly since you have not eaten all day. You take a deep, somewhat, relaxing breath, slouching in your seat slightly. You ignore and shut out everyone as they argue on who should be Romeo. It's not like you care. It's not like they even wanted the part to begin with. What was the big deal anyway?

Judging by the way some of the guys around you were whispering, the big deal was you. The new girl. Or to them, the hot new girl. You roll your eyes in discomfort as you sigh heavily.

You don't even think your are pretty.

And neither did he. He told you he didn't want you because you weren't good enough. He used you. He lied. He made you fall for him. Just so he could shove it in your face, making you wish you could take it all back. He went out with you on a dare from his friends. A childish dare. And he made it last until six months later. He made you think you loved him. He said he loved you. He got something from you that you could never, never get back. And it was all a fucking lie.

You don't even realize that there are hot tears stinging in your eyes until your teacher gives you a concerned look. "Are you OK honey?" she asks, coming up to your desk, speaking softly. "Do you need to go to the nurses office?" You narrow your eyes slightly, confused by the concern in her eyes. She was actually concerned. Something you didn't get too often.

At your last school, you were an outcast. No one liked you. No one knew you existed. You were overweight and ugly. And no one wanted anything to do with you.

Then, thank God, over the Summer, you moved. You lost weight to where you had a great body. (The one thing you are actually proud of.) And judging by the perverted whispering going on around you, you looked better than before too. You just shake your head at your teacher. "Can I just go to the bathroom real quick?" you whisper. She smiles sadly and nods. "Let me write you a pass." she offers. You nod gratefully as you wait for her to grab a sticky note pad. She writes your pass, handing it to you. You take it, quickly standing up and swiftly maneuvering your way around the desks to get out of the class room.

Why was it again, that you had to sit in the front?

You tried to ignore the curious glances you received as you exited the class room, the most curious coming from -of course- Nate.

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