It Started With a Hello

It was Tuesday morning, 2nd period and I was in my History 2 class when Mr. Boyd the principal walked in with a boy who I had never seen before. He was about 5'9'', dirty blond curly hair, blue eyes and a smile you could never forget. He kind of looked like one of those jocks you would see hanging around the cheerleaders all day. But his eyes, his eyes were as bright as diamonds. "This is Alex, your new student that will be joining the 10th grade class." Mr. Boyd told everyone.
Mr. Stewart, our teacher, as he likes us calling him Robert, asked Alex to tell everyone about himself. Alex stood there in silence for a few seconds before he had started. I looked up from the book I was reading and "I'm 16 years old, i enjoy playing basketball, football, and soccer. My mother recently passed away and that is one of the reasons why m my father wanted to move here with my two younger brothers and I to get a new start."
Before he could finish, Lindsey, the school prep, shouted, "I am so sorry to hear about the passing of your mother, if i may ask, how did she die?.." Alex started to tear up a bit, but before anyone could say another word, he muttered, "Well, she was driving home from work when a drunk driver ran a red light and collided into her. Police were called immediately, but she was already gone.
As i was reading, Mr. Boyd guided Alex to the seat to the right of me. He was shy. "Hello, Im Lisa, I am so sorry about your mom. My mother died when i was 10. How are you?" I said. Alex slowly looked over from staring at the bare wood table, "I'm fine, getting better."
He isn't that much of a talker thats for sure. 20 minutes went by and he was still sitting there, staring at the wood grady table that we were both sitting at. "Would you like to sit by me during lunch? I sit in this windowsill alone. I usually just read, but having some company would be nice." I whispered trying not to distract the people around us. "Sure." Niko said shyly.