I woke up the next morning to the feeling of my dogs, Milo and Chris, licking my hand. Milo is a pug and Chris is a shih zhu. I quickly took a shower and then got dressed. I wore a black shirt that had flared ends, a pair of skinny jeans, combat boots and my dad's old red beanie. I walked downstairs to the kitchen to find Kyle stuffing his face with food.

"Whoa dude, slow down before you choke on something," I said jokingly. He smiled and tried to stick his tongue out at me but his mouth was too full. I chuckled at his funny attempt.

"When is Maya going to get here because I need to get gas for my car," Kyle asked after swallowing the large amount of food that was in his mouth. My eyes widened at the thought of entering a car, especially today.

"Actually I was wondering if we could walk to school," I replied, trying to hide my fear.

"Aww, but why no-," he was about to ask until he saw the terror in my eyes. "Of course we can." I smiled at the fact Kyle cared for me like a brother.

You may be wondering who Maya is. She has been my best friend since before we were born. Our moms were both waitresses at the same restaurant where my parents met. Maya moved into our neighborhood last week after her dad got a new job. He is a doctor and her mom is an author. Maya is an artist.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Well speak of the devil. Before I could open the door, it burst open.

"I just finished my new piece and I need your opinions," she exclaimed.

She handed me her piece and I was completely amazed. It was a painting of my dad when we were younger.

"This is the most beautiful piece you have ever made," I replied.

"Hey, can you stop the chit chat and leave? You can't be late for your first day of school," Kyle rudely interjected.

"Calm down, Kyle. Don't get your kakis in a twist," I answered sarcastically as we started walking to school.

As we arrived, I realized how big my new school, Granger High, was. It was about 3 stories high. After we went to the main office to get Maya's and my schedule and other info, we headed to our lockers.

"Oh man, I feel bad for you two. You got lockers 609 and 608," Kyle said mockingly.

"Why? What's wrong with them," Maya asked.

"Well they're known as The Sticks because they get stuck every time you open them."

"They can't be that bad," I replied trying to open the locker.

"Ari stop. You're going to hurt yourself."

"Fine."

"Are all the lockers this bad," Maya asked.

"Yes, unless you're on the hockey team like me." Kyle replied with a smirk.

"Stupid jocks," I said under my breath.

"I heard that. Anyway, I better head to my locker," he said before leaving. As he left, I tried opening my locker again.

"Ari please stop. You're going to get hurt," Maya pleaded.

"I can't. I can feel it mocking me."

Just then I finally opened my locker but started to fall backwards. I cringed expecting to fall but stopped when I felt a pair of arms carry me. I looked up and saw a boy with brown eyes and a helmet. He slowly put me down.

"Are you alright," he asked.

"U-um I-I'm fine," I stuttered.

He smiled and then left when he heard the 2 minute bell ring. I stared at him as he left and I didn't know why. I was taken out of my trance by the sound of Maya telling me to hurry to class or we would be late.

As we started running to our class, I couldn't stop thinking of the boy with the helmet.