Little Do You Know...

Two

I walked to the main office and they gave me my schedule and my locker number. I walked to my locker and spun the combination. I heard a whole bunch of people whispering behind me, but I didn't make much of it.

I took out my stuff and put my backpack on the hook. As I turned around, I crashed into someone. And when I say crashed, I mean a BAM! Sound affect would have been appropriate. My binder, notebook, and songbook flew from my hands.

"Crap, I'm so sorry..." I trailed off as I lifted my head up, coming face to face with this really attractive guy.

Brown spiked hair, amazing jawline, and greenish-brown eyes.

"It's fine." He said, his eyes locked on mine. He half smiled, giving me a glimpse of his perfectly white teeth.

"Oh, uh, here." He handed me my songbook.

"Thanks." I said nervously. I made sure I had everything, got up, and raced to my next class.

"Hey! Wait up!" I heard him call. I kept moving.

I made it to my class and sat down, brushing a few strands of loose hair behind my ear.

What was with me? I'm never that nervous, around anyone. I tried to shake it off, and pay attention.

My first class was English, which I actually really enjoy. I tried to pay attention, seeing as the teacher was super-nice and really laid back.

She didn't make me stand up in front of the class or anything. Just called me up to her desk while we were doing a worksheet. I set my pen down and walked to her desk.

"Aria, right?"

"Mmhm." I nodded.

"Okay. Since we're so close to the end of the year, we're finishing out with a writing unit. It's super easy, but if you ever have trouble, come talk to me, alright?" She said, smiling.

"Okay. Thank you." I replied, smiling as well.

Writing? Yes! Well, I knew I would ace at least one class this year.

I sat happily as we were given instructions on our first writing assignment.

Near the end of class, she glanced at the clock and faced us.

"Alright, since we finished early today, you can listen to music and free write until class is over."

She sat down and began to grade papers or something.

English was officially my favorite class.

*later*

Well, I survived English, Science, History, and Art. Next was lunch.

I sat at a random table by myself, and opened my lunch bag.

I didn't mind eating alone, actually. It gave me time to write in my book with interruption.

"Hey, you're Aria right?"

I looked up to see the same guy from the lockers this morning, sitting across from me with a lunch tray.

I flipped my notebook shut.

"Um, yeah."

"I'm Sam."

I nodded, then went back to writing. A thought occurred to me, and I paused.

"How do you know my name?"

"I'm in your history class. Just opposite side of the room." He replied.

"Mmhm." I went back to my writing.

"So, uh, where did you move here from?

I looked up at him, then kept writing.

"Cool." He said, a bit sheepish, setting his mouth in a line.

"So..."

I finally shut my notebook and looked at him, my eyes hard.

"Yes?"

"I just wanna get to know you better." He replied, smirking now.

"Because...?"

He wanted to be sarcastic, I would throw it right back at him.

"Well it's not everyday a pretty girl like you just strolls into school."

"And it's not everyday guys come up to me and put this much effort into making a conversation when their chances are pretty weak." I shot back, a smirk of my own filling my face.

"Shots fired..." He muttered.

"That's right." I said, getting up to throw my trash away.

I didn't bother to sit back down. Just grabbed my stuff and began to walk away.

"Aria, wait!"

I turned around and saw Sam coming towards me.

"Okay, seriously. I swear I'm not being my usual sarcastic, smart self. Do you wanna hang out one day?"

"Depends."

"On?" Sam's shoulders dropped, and he looked deflated.

I just grinned, and kept walking.

Okay, yes, he seemed nice and funny, not to mention gorgeous, but I didn't trust him.

Nothing against him or anything. I just don't trust anyone. I've had a few rough experiences, trusting the wrong people. Friends, family members even. Now, because of that, I have a really hard time trusting new people. Especially someone who seems as popular as Sam.

We'll see. Maybe he's different. Then again, maybe he's just like everyone else.