When the bell rang, the boy's head shot up toward the front of the room, where Ms. Type was taking her spot in front of the class.

"Everyone, we have a new student," Ms. Type informed them. "Meet Casey. Hopefully you'll all make her feel welcome here." Ms. Type then turned to the board, beginning to write down the lesson plan. The boy's eyes turned to Casey, who was turning beat red, feeling everyone staring at her. His eyes were just one pair of the many. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder to see her jump. She'd obviously been thinking of something else.

"Sorry," she exclaimed, realizing what a freak she sounded like.

"It's ok," he assured her, his blue eyes sincere. "Um…I'm Henry."

"I'm Casey," she introduced. Her eyes widened. "Oh shoot! You already knew that. I'm sorry." She knew that he was trying to contain a laugh.

"You really do say sorry way too much," Henry informed her, still smiling. "You're new. It's fine."

"So what are you reading?" Casey inquired, trying to see the cover.

"T.S. Eliot," Henry replied. "Ever heard of him?"

"I've read The Wasteland."

"Not his best work, but it's pretty good." Henry seemed to like Eliot work a lot, at least, Casey thought so.

"And what do you think his best work is?" she questioned, trying to keep the conversation going. He was the first person who'd attempted to speak to her besides Danni, she needed to keep him on her list of "people to talk to when you don't know anyone."

"Ash Wednesday." Casey made a mental note to read the work. Henry had turned himself to face forward, and Casey suddenly realized that class was going on. Ms. Type had been speaking about something.

"Casey, have you ever read Ivanhoe?" Ms. Type asked. Casey immediately remember reading the play, then expecting Max to be a prince charming. She nodded slightly in response, trying to get the memory of Max out of her head. Her vision became blurry as she remembered Max trying to be chivalrous after the incident. He'd made her laugh hysterically from making such a big deal out of opening the door for her. "What did you think?"

"It makes you wish your life was really like that," Casey managed to mumble out, keeping her eyes on her desk.

"Figures," she thought. "No matter where I go, Max has to be there."

"Casey, are you ok?" Henry whispered, leaning on her desk. Their faces were so close, Casey observed, it seemed so natural. She nodded, not wanting Henry to know what Aaron did. She'd moved to New York to get away from people who knew what happened. Aaron finding out was a mishap, she wouldn't let anyone else know.

After class ended, Casey tried to pretend like she wasn't rushing out, but she was. Henry wasn't far behind.

"Casey are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Why?" She couldn't look him in the eye. She'd always been a crappy liar.

"I saw that you almost cried, I'm not that dumb."

"Ivanhoe's just really moving," Casey insisted, not believing it herself.

"Casey, you're a crappy liar." Henry took her by the hand, pulling her towards the library.

"What about next period?" she asked, worried that she'd get in trouble on the first day of school.

"I'll get you a pass. Don't worry." He led her to one of the back tables, making her sit down in one of the seats. "Ok, so tell me what's wrong." He took off his glasses, putting them in their case. Being even more attractive, Casey found it hard to lie to him.

"Nothing, Henry. Really." She knew she sounded fake. She didn't believe any of it. Henry let out a deep sigh.

"Alright, so where are you from?" he asked. Casey let out a sigh of relief. Something she didn't have to lie about.

"Canada."

"Why'd you move here?"

"My parents are divorced and it's my dad's turn." Henry nodded as though he understood something.

"Homesick?" Casey nodded, wanting him to believe whatever he wanted to. "Meet me here after school on Friday, alright? I have something I think you should see."

"Alright." Finally a smile spread across her face.