-What class are you in?
Someone spoke while I took my books from the locker.
-First year in Sociology and Criminology. Why?
-Cool, we are in the same class.
I looked behind the locker door not recognising the boy.
-I'm new in school. –He spoke as if he heard my thoughts.
I nodded and turned my attention back to the locker. I closed the locker door as I had the necessary books.
-Let's go?
The same guy said, making me stop, I turned around and saw him leaning against the locker with a backpack strap on his shoulder.
-Where? - I spoke withou expression.
-To class idiot. - He said putting an arm around m neck and rubbing my hair
-Are you following me? – I asked the boy who's name is Tristan.
- We are going to the same place. - He stopped, staring at his feet.
-Where do you live? – I asked looking back
-In the same flat as you. – He spoking opening the door. -It seems like we'll be neighbors. - I smiled and he laughed.
-When you want a ride, go to the 5th floor and come with me.
-What do you think you're doing? – I asked sounding a little bit more rude than I wanted.
-Waiting for you to open the door.
-Wait, you are my roomate? – I asked looking at him and unlocking the door.
-Surprise! – He said entering the house – Where's the bathroom?
-Left door. – I spoke still not beleving.
