You're the only thing keeping me alive.

Chapter Three~

Casey's POV~

What the fuck was that? Why would I do that? What did I just do? I thought as I walked up the stone steps to School

I don't even know that guy. I just walked right up to him and bam "Hi. I'm Casey"

It was his eyes. It was those endless grey eyes that seemed to look straight into mine. At first I was just seeing if he was okay, but then when he looked up at me... I felt like I wanted to feel his arms around me as I slowly drifted to sleep and- what? I don't even know this guy. For all I know he could be a serial killer, I mean he sure had the bad boy look down. With Black skinny jeans and a black v-neck tee-shirt under a leather jacket with those muddy, worn combat boots he was the image of raw sex appea- OK. That is a naughty thought. Naughty and bad. And wrong. Naughty and bad and wrong and... so damn true.

I sighed as I walked towards the gym to receive my paperwork. Let's just focus on school. Easy.

"Thank you." I said as I was handed my paper folder that had my schedule, locker number and combo, and the lunch I had. I stumbled down the hallway, getting pushed and shoved as usual, until i made it to locker 663. I put the combo in and flung the door open-

"OUCH!"

I gasped. "Oh my god. Corren! Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't know you were there"

My best friend was holding his now swollen nose, "Yea. Is it bleeding?

I moved his hand to examine it. "No. But it looks really bad. I'm so so sorry." I apologized lamely.

He waved his free hand passively, "Its fine, really, Case."

I smiled awkwardly and he laughed. He pointed to my folder, "What's your homeroom?"

"Ugh," I opened and sorted through all the papers, "..Henkel."

He smiled his half grin that I know and love. "Same."

My mood instantly brightened, I didn't know Mr. Henkel but Corren did. I grabbed his hand, "That's great. Now I don't have to be that one girl who doesn't know anyone. Including the teacher."

The bell rang and the groups of teens that had clustered to together in the corridors split apart and went their separate ways. Corren gave me an encouraging smile and lead me to Homeroom.

The minute I walked in I knew that this was going to be horrible.

Three signs.

One: Written on the board in scratchy hand writing was, 'Senior year: What to expect.'

Two: The seats were arranged by alphabetical order and my last name was Princeton and Corren's was Westly, so that means were going to be seperated

Three: I literally knew no one in here. At all. Nobody.

Senior year. Let's get this over with.