Looking over my shoulder for the thirteenth time, I might get the hint I will be feeling that mistake later. Although I register this many times, my body can not stop the impulse. I wonder whether their eyes are stil gawking in this direction. So, I turn my head actuely to the right.

And not so suprisingly, I got caught, and frantically tried to think of something to do. I try to pretend that scratching my chin on the shoulder is smooth enough. Laughing at myself immediately afterwards.

"It's nice to see myself stealing from Sixteen Candles.", I taunted myself.

A new school. A new life. I wonder if this begining is starting out right or not.

Eyes drifting to the front. I collected an image of random letters and numbers jumbled together. I was longing to put my head down. Of course sleeping is still not allowed, that was apparent from my teacher's,Mr. Tillan, squished face. I tried my hardest to not fall asleep. Staying up late is not good for school, duelly noted. So my impulse eventually comes back, and I look around skillfully, like some super spy.

Yet my very clumsy eyes have completely connected with those who have become so familiar in this last hour.

Involuntarily though this time I didn't look away. This was different. I usually look away, and I've never caught his eye directly. But right now, he demanded mine.
I was trapped in this staring contest with some kid I didn't even know.

Then His eyes left mine. I closed my eyes, trying to make my body restart.

When I became coherent, I saw Mr. Tillan asked him a question. I was thankful for the question.
For the rest of the class I never looked back. I was too scared that the next time I wouldn't be saved.

When it was time, four or five students robotically covered their ears. The horn-like bell bellowed the obvious. Class was finally finished, and I grabbed my bag and hopped out the door before my feet caught up with me. I tripped and fell into something... No someone, was more like it.
Looking up, and odd enough not down, I saw the familiar light green eyes.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry", I mumbled sightly.

He picked up my bag for me, nodded, and held it out like it wasn't filled with bricks. I shyly took it, trying not to get eye contact, and practically ran out to the hall.

When I thought I was at least 100 feet from him, letting my face cool from my embarrassment, I leaned against a wall. I closed my eyes, thinking of how stupid I just was. He must think I'm some muttering imbecile. I hesitated on that last thought. Wait, why did it matter if he did? I guess it was just this new student reflex. I suppose being known as a klutz isn't everyones dream.

"Hello?", a flat toned voice asked.

Turning abruptly to the right, he was there, miraculously staring at me again. While I was staring, his mouth moved, but I missed all of it. His eyes seemed to close off every function in my body except my eyes. They were so green, they seemed to reflect the glow coming from the windows.
His lips weren't moving anymore, and his eyes closed. All of a sudden my whole body shuddered.

"I'm sorry, is this better?", he asked slowly.

I nodded very slowly in return. Then I realized he couldn't see it.

"Yes", I said softly.

He was very tall, I realized. Very nice clothing, burgundy shirt, with nice jeans. His shoes didn't look worn or anything. I never really thought about how rich he was. I mean I never really knew he existed or thought of him until today. WhenI laid my eyes upon him, and he laid his upon me.

"I was wondering, like I asked before, if I could borrow the notes you took in class?", his question interrupted my busy thoughts.

He still had his eyes closed, or were they just looking at the floor? It ward to tell with his head down.

"I didn't get the chance to take notes today, sorry", I was very distracted.

"Oh. Well, then I guess tomorrow we both should pay more attention in class, though I expected a new student to be busy catching up", he laughed heartily. Was he thinking about me turning my head back all those times? I know I was.

"Yes, I suppose we do. But, would you excuse me, I need to go to my locker", I lied.
Just as I turned to flee hastily, I ran into a cart, driven by a mad Librarian, Ms. Betourne her name tag read. She said sorry as I flew to the ground, but she never turned around or slowed to see if I was okay.

"Are you alright?", he held out a hand for me. Laughing he said, "Your legs don't seem to know the meaning of balance today, Abelinda."

My body stopped moving. How in the hell did this stranger, with magnificent emerald eyes, know my name? No one ever knew it. I'm usually called Abby. Though, obviously, no one knew that here.
"And you are?", my voice became sharper than I meant it and blushed."Sorry, but, who are you?"
"Listen next time in class and you will find out", he was rushing by me with a smirk on his face. A face I just met today
I was begining to get annoyed. Of what I do not know. Maybe because he just sweeped by me without letting me get my last word in. Or maybe that he assumed I was even that curious. I could just be frustrated because I was even mulling this boy around in my mind. I never got the chance to do much of that anyway, when the warning bell blasted next to my head.