May swallowed- Dawn was going to manically show her around the entire school building. Was it something she needed? Obviously. But she was already as tired as she could be, and barely could keep up with Dawns high pace. She felt sweat run her forehead, as Dawn had her by the wrist still. She nervously looked around while running.

Suddenly, she felt herself bump into Dawns back. May gasped in surprise before peeking over Dawns shoulder on her tip-toes to see what was going on. There was... a group of students? That was nothing new, why did Dawn come to a halt? She cocked an eyebrow. 'Dawn, what's going on?' she whispered into her ear. 'Fangirls,' she whispered.

May felt as confused as ever. Fangirls, of who? May nodded dryly as if she understood. 'Okay... Fangirls of, who, Dawn? You know I've barely been here for a day!' She whispered, almost in a hiss. Dawn looked bored before she blinked awkwardly. 'Fangirls of Drew Hayden. He's a really popular guy in our school- I don't know how, but he got a fanclub. Somehow, someway.'

'Well.. that's, nice. Good for him, why did we stop here though? Better yet, why are they here at all?' she inquired, standing back with her feet fully on the ground. 'Dunno. I would assume they're waiting for him to leave the class. So.. they can chat with him and all. He usually tries to avoid that from happening though.'

May confusedly cracked her teeth into a grin. '...Cool... How do we get by here, though? I assume you're not going to stop the tour simply because there's some fangirl club for some random popular guy, right?' She breathed in annoyance, not really ready to get pulled around again. 'Yes, but there's really no way going through..' she pouted.

'Fine, we'll continue the tour after school? Please do promise to not pull me around everywhere! My legs hurt so terribly,' she whined, quickly looking down at her feet with half-closed eyes. 'Oh, your legs hurt? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!' she apologized, clasping her hands together. 'Wh- No saying sorry!' May laughed back.

'So, what's your first class? Uhm, better yet, you know how the schedule works?' Dawn asked, placing her hands on her waist. 'I do know how it works, of course I'm familiar with schedules..' may groaned. 'My first class is Math, which is in 2.07.. don't know where that is though..' She huffed, giving her schedule one last look.

Dawn blinked before nodding happily. 'Oh, well then you're near! The '2 indicates the second floor, and '07 indicates classroom seven.. it- it should be .. right over there!' Dawn giggled, pointing at the door after getting a peek at Mays schedule. May nodded. 'Aah, Ok! Thanks! Where do you need to be?'

Dawn grabbed her schedule, biting her lip. 'Eh... ah, 0.9! So that's all the way down...' she groaned. 'Well, gotta run, May! Good luck meeting your class, I'll be rooting for you!' Dawn yelled happily, running backwards before she turned around and disappeared out of sight. May giggled at her enthusiasm.

'Yeah, see you during break!' She yelled back, except barely hearable over all the other students chatting around. She felt some weird excitement flutter up in her heart. Perhaps this year wasn't going to be so bad. She turned around, walking off to the classroom where she had to be, her head still stuck in the clouds.

Looking at the classroom, it was completely empty. There was not a single student, and that made anxiety raise in the bottom of her stomach. Swallowing, she glared around herself just to peek into the classroom again.

Was she perhaps a little too early? She turned on her phone to see the time. 9:00AM. So she was on time; nothing to worry about. Was she perhaps in the wrong classroom? She clenched her fists nervously.

'Uhm, excuse me? Get out of the way.'

May flinched immediately by hearing a voice behind her. The voice rung into her ear soothingly, but the tone exclaimed made her heart pump faster in fear. Turning around, expecting to be met my some teacher, she was surprised to see a green haired boy. He had a black jacket, cap, everything, as if he wanted to remain unseen. Thoughts bubbled up into her thoughts.

'E-Ehm?..' May stuttered, rooted to the spot, unable to turn around, walk around or do anything else for that matter. She could barely respond to the guy. He was taller and he had beautiful emerald locks hanging in front of his eyes; she wouldn't like to admit it, but he was pretty. And not to mention intimidating. His eyes pierced right through her soul.

'What are you doing standing here right through the doorway?' He commented, grinning. 'If you find a classroom so appealing, go sit down inside to admire the place, and don't be a bother to everyone else..'

May suddenly felt anger rise. This guy was speaking to her in such a rude tone! Who did he think he is? 'W-Well... I..!' May whispered, turning around and immediately running to a seat before sitting down. The boy grimaced at her before swinging his backpack over his shoulder and confidently trotting in. May held her eyes stuck on the desk.

Before she knew it students began rolling in. The mysterious guy had taken a seat in the back, far away from where May sat. Would she meet any more friends? Curiosity stung her in the stomach. She childishly kicked her feet, for eventually the teacher to walk in. It was an older woman, with a casual smile on her face.

She immediately found herself warm up to the woman as she nervously smiled back. Although the teacher had arrived, everyone in the class was still talking. Unfortunately the seat next to her was still empty. 'Hello, everyone! It's nice to see you all again after the break, and I am ready to bring you all informative classes again.' she announced, smiling warmly.

The chatter quieted down. '...All right! Grab your history books and turn to page 37!'

Mays stomach dropped; what? History books? She felt herself getting more and more anxious by the second, as if she was about to puke. She had to be in math class! Where was she? Was this not class 2.07? She clenched her fists, quickly glaring around the class. 'Excuse me, miss? Do you not have a book?'

It was quiet, deadly quiet, until the voice of the teacher rung through the classroom. The teacher was looking right through her eyes, and before she knew it, everyone around her was as well. She felt her breath hitch in her throat. 'No, miss, that's not it, I.. I think that I...'

'You stepped into the wrong class, idiot.'

A laugh could he heard from the back of the class; Mays eyes slightly widened. It was the guy from before! Refusing to give the boy any more attention than she had before, she tried to explain. 'I... think... this- I'm sorry, but.. what class is this?' She asked, doubt and guilt in her voice. Even though she hated herself for getting in such situation, the teacher did not look irritated in the slightest. She was still looking at her sweetly.

'This is classroom 2.09, dear. History class. Are you new? Have you not received any books yet?' Mays hands felt itchy, she was sweating madly and could barely get anything out of her mouth. 'Yes, Miss.. I'm new.. I- I think I got the wrong classroom, I've actually got math..' she stuttered in embarrassment, standing up from her seat. The woman rose an eyebrow.

'That can happen. Don't sweat it, what classroom would you have Math?' The woman asked, nodding warmly. May swallowed before responding. '2.07, ma'am. So I assume that's on the left... right?' She mumbled. The woman looked as if she was about to cringe, as she shook her head. 'N-No, it's on the right.. how about you hurry up and head to your class, then?'

Another mistake. May felt as embarrassed as she could be. She could basically feel all the gazes of all the students burn into her back. With clenched fists she grabbed her backpack and nervously walked out, heart beating rapidly. 'He knew... how come he didn't mention that to me?' she hissed to herself.