**Tyra's P.O.V**
As we are making our way into the theater, I looked down noticing that we are still holding hands. I would blush but me having a milk chocolate skin tone, not one of those super dark black people, but just dark enough that blushing just wouldn't show. I guess he realized we are still holding hands because he looked down and sort of had a blush on his nicely tanned face. He still didn't let go, he just gripped a little tighter, not that I mind. He has sort of big hands that my medium sized hand fit perfectly into. We arrived inside the theater and he let go. I was starting to miss the comfort and warmth from his hands, but I just strugged off the feeling.
"So this is it, huh?" He asked looking around. I chose this time to look at what he was wearing which consisted of a plain Nike shirt, black basketball shorts, with black and white Nike Roshe. Not bad, I was thinking or so I thought because at that moment he gave me a smirk. I looked away in a shameful movement.
"Let's go meet the other students", he said grabbing my hand again.
We made our way to the other students just in time, Mrs. Jaxe was just about to call role.
I wasn't really paying attention to when she had got to my name until one of my old classmates nudged me.
"Tyra Donnai..." she called out.
"Oh here", I said while raising my hand. Some people laughed, but I just shrugged it off.
A few names later she called out Brice... Who the hell is Brice? As soon as the name left her mouth "Brice" raises his hand and said "here" like everyone else. I looked up and noticed that "Brice" was the guy I bumped into and came to class with.
I guess he noticed I was looking at him and smiled. I smiled back and looked back down. His name is just as good as his appearance, I thought to myself. This class just might be better than I though it would.
