Maya's POV

I sighed as I walked into my first hour class: French. It used to be my favorite when he was here… I sat in my seat and stared at his now empty one.

My eyes began to water and my chest tightened up. All the memories came flooding back to me. I can't do this here, not now. I looked up but not particularly looking at anything. "Hey you, help me out here?" I whispered. I pictured his brown eyes light up and that charismatic smile of his.

Just keep your head up. Stick on the ice. You'll do great.

I sniffed and wiped my nose. "Thank you." I glanced back at his empty seat and smiled.

3rd POV

"Oh. My. God. Maya. News. I've got news!" An exuberant boy tittered as he walked into the classroom.

"Details. Stat." Maya chuckled after wiping her nose again.

"Is it allergy season or have you been crying Matlin?" Tristan asked.

"It's the allergies to the pollen," Maya laughed, "Give me the deets. What's the news?" She asked in order to dodge the puffy face questions.

"New people. And I've heard that one of the guys are really cute. He's supposedly this hotshot that got kicked out of his last school."

"Tristan Milligan. You're into the bad boys?"

Tristan rolled his eyes. "I don't supposed there's ninety-nine percent chance of him being gay."

"A guy can always hope." Maya laughed once again.

An older woman with dark brown curly hair walked into the classroom. A binder in her left hand and a coffee mug in the left. He heels clicked as she walked her way to her desk.

"Bonne classe du matin."

"Bonjour Madame Jean-Aux." The class said in unison.

"Today we have trois new students." Her heavy French accent rang into the ears of all the students.

Tristan excitedly looked at Maya. I hope none of them take his old seat…Maya thought. Maya examined the two unfamiliar faces standing by Madame Jean-Aux. Yes, two of them were unfamiliar to her because the third was familiar to her. Miles caught her eye and smiled. She was a bit surprised to see him. She blushed and looked away.

"S'il vous plaît vous presenter." Introduce yourself.

"Ohehmgee. Gatsby Garcia!" Tristan blurted out.

The dark haired girl whom was fashionably dressed, modestly smiled. "Hello everyone, I'm Zoe Rivas!" She waved and then proceeded to sit in a seat.

No. No. No. No. Not his seat. Please, Maya thought. Zoey's heels also clicked as she walked. Every click made Maya nervous. Click. Click. Click. When the clicking stopped she looked up to find Zoey sitting behind Tristan. Thank god.

Maya was so focused on Zoey taking his seat but she didn't realize the other two whom just finished introducing themselves. Miles and his friend with glasses walked together to the rear end of the classroom and sat at the empty table. He locked eyes with Maya when he sat down but Maya looked away again. She was just relieved that no one took his seat. She scratched her head and continued to look forward.

Miles POV

I can't read Maya Matlin. I'm usually great at reading people. I smile at her but I don't get a smile back. Not even a hair flip! Excuse me for sounding smug but girls usually do that around me. No. Not Maya Matlin. She seemed so distant during my introduction.

I was going to sit at the empty desk in front of her but Chewy insisted on sitting in the back. That's Chewy for you, always wanting to be with me. We've been inseparable since we were four.

The rest of French class dragged on. I already knew what they were learning today because I've already learned it. Back at my last school I took French III Honors. This class was just French II because all the students in Degrassi needed two years of a foreign language to graduate. Let's just say I'll breeze through this class this year.

I looked at the back of Maya's head as the teacher lectured the class. She managed to find new clothes to change into. She'll have to talk to me eventually, she has my credit card.

3rd POV

Maya walked out of class as quickly as possible. She continued to gaze at the floor which kept her from noticing a person in front of her. This person in front of her never broke their stride. Maya lost her balance and dropped her books onto the floor. She looked up. She had bumped into the school janitor.

"I am so sorry, mister, sir, uh."

"Time is important. Cherish what you have right in front of you." He said as he handed Maya her books.

"What?" Maya asked dumfounded, "What are you-?" She looked up again but the janitor had disappeared. "Time is important? Did he mean that I'm going to be late to class?" Bizarre, she thought.

She stood up and pulled up her jeans.

"Hey you forgot a book." A familiar voice said.

"Oh thanks Miles." Maya flushed a light pink.

"Fancy seeing you here." He chuckled and put his hands into his pockets. He attempted to look suave.

The two began walking in the same direction. Maya grinned, "Yeah quite fancy."

"What class do you have next?" he asked.

"Gym." Maya completely forgot that the gym was on the other end of the school. "Oh shoot, it's on the other side. I'll catch you around, I'm going to be late!"

Miles laughed as Maya ran off goofily with all her books in hand. You're an interesting one Maya Matlin. He continued to his next class which was Pre-Calculus. Yes, Miles is a smart one. At times he gets lazy. When he was a child, he pushed himself to excel in all his classes in order to gain attention from his father. However, his efforts went unrecognized. His father remains stiff and cold towards him. If it was his choice, he would have taken the easy classes so he would have an easy time at Degrassi. The counselor didn't allow him to take classes below his intellect, except for French II because that's all they could offer. "You have to take advantage of your intellect, Miles. Colleges look for individuals who challenge themselves." I'm only a freaking sophomore for Christ's sake, he thought at the time.

Maya's POV

I was beginning to get sick of Tristan. He would not stop talking about Zoey Rivas. Zoey this, Zoey that, blah, blah. Gatsby Garcia, blah, blah, blah! Blah freaking blah! I haven't even talked to the girl and she's beginning to get on my nerves. All she's known her entire life is to play a mean girl. She could be a horrible person for all we know.

"Yeah she invited me to a concert tonight." Tristan excitedly said.

"Great!" I said in a fake tone. I wasn't too enthusiastic about Tristan hanging out with the infamous Gatsby Garcia. That meant Tris would try to drag me along with him. I waited for him to invite me because that's what he always did.

"Yeah so I'll see you around, Zoey wants to have lunch with me."

"Are you serious?" I said with complete venom.

"What?" Tristan looked clueless.

"I'm your best friend and you're going to ditch me for Gatsby Garcia? You're not even going to invite me?"

Tristan finally realized what he was doing. "Maya I'm so sorry, I got caught up with being friends with a celebrity. How about this, I'll bring you along with me then." He attempted to make it all better.

I thought about it, I actually didn't want to go but what else was I going to do on a Friday night. "Okay, just please don't ditch me Tris."

He jumped and clapped his hands. "Maya I promise you're going to have fun tonight!"