We finally arrive to school and as soon as my dad parks the car I kiss him on the cheek and quickly open the door to walk away.
I start walking up to my school and as I reach to grab the door handle the whole door flings out and hits me in the face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm so sorry." Says an unfamiliar voice
I look up to see a tall, slender guy with very dark hair and brown eyes. He looks like a made up character from the movies. I start to open my mouth to say something but he is quick to talk over me.
"Are...uh. Are you okay?" He says with concern clear in his deep voice.
I realize he knocked me down when the door came flying and hit me. He holds out his and to help me up, I take it.
"Yeah, I'm okay. What are you running out of the building that fast for anyways?" I ask him while rubbing the obvious incoming bruise that's forming on my forehead. He looks at me and down at his hand.
"There's blood. Oh my gosh I made you bleed. Come on." He says dodging my question.
I look down at my hand to see blood dripping off of my palm. He grabs my wrist and pulls me into the school practically running through the hallways. He finally finds a water fountain and sticks my hand underneath.
"My name is Noah, I'm new here. I was running out because I forgot my book bag in my car. I'm really sorry I hit you with a door." He says staring at my hand rubbing it under the cold water.
"Haha, that sounds familiar, I missed my bus this morning for the same reason. Don't worry about the door it was more embarrassing than painful." I say with a nervous smile.
The late bell rings and I look up at Noah and smile. I take my hand out from underneath the fountain and rub the excess water from my hand on my jeans.
"It'll be okay, I'll just put a bandage on it when I get home, thanks for the help. Sorry I've made you late but my name is Grace." I say with a smile. I turn and start walking to my class.
Since when did I get this confident?
