Chapter 1

I woke up late today. It's the first day of school, so I think it's fine if I'm a tad bit late. The school always gives students—especially the freshman—time to find their first period class. I parked my beat up, old teal Volkswagen in a free parking space, and dragged myself out. I straightened out my faded jeans, checked my hoodie, and tightened my ponytail. I grabbed my three year old messenger bag, locked my car, and headed inside my school. 

People all around me looked so...fresh. The boys didn't really catch my attention, but the girls did however. It was 54 degrees outside, and these girls were wearing shorts and dresses—looking all dolled up for the first day of school. This was how us upperclassmen knew who the fresh meat were. Clueless noobs waltzing into school like it was fashion week. Yes, of course the well-known beauties of the senior class had their share of OOTDs (outfit of the day), but none were crazy enough to wear shorts and mini skirts.

Young kids these days. I thought as I walked to my first class, Ms. Evans, the loud-mouth English teacher. I sighed. Guess I know I won't be sleeping in her class in the morning. 

I was the last to arrive, next to this guy with black rimmed eyeglasses, who I believed was named Denny. I had him in a few classes before. I think he was pretty smart. 

"You're late!" Ms. Evans, the tiny teacher, hollered at both Denny and I. 

Denny gave a weak response,"I had to feed my cat!" 

I rolled my eyes at his excuse. Total bullshit. I studied Denny. He was a tall, a bit built—but not that much—and he looked like he just threw on some old clothes and raced here to school. His dark brown hair was messed up. All in all, it was obvious he was lying. 

"What about you?" Ms. Evans glanced my way after dealing with Denny. 

"I woke up late." I shrugged my shoulders and hugged myself.

A few comments were made from other students, but Ms. Evans silenced them. She sighed and told us to sit at the two desks that were left empty—all the way in the back. I headed there first, and Denny followed. I placed my bag on the old, small desk, and took out my notebook and pen. Denny sat beside me, his chair creaking a bit, and he cleared his throat. I turned my head at a small angle to check up on him. He was giving me a look. 

"Hi." Denny smiled. He held out his hand to me,"Im Denny Adams. You're..."

I scowled at him. We both had more than one class these whole three years at school, and he didn't even remember my name? I didn't bother answering him, and I just looked away. Denny frowned from what I saw. I thought he was going stop talking and get the hint, but I guess I was wrong.

"Wait, you're Lisa! Yeah! We had Spanish, English, then Chemistry together right?" Denny snapped his fingers with a proud look of eureka on his face. 

My scowl returned and I faced him again,"It's Liza, not Lisa. And yes, we did have those classes together." I sat straight and turned to the front again. 

"Liza, pretty name, very different." Denny complimented easily.

I didn't answer him. Ms. Evans was passing out a worksheet—those scavenger hunt worksheets probably. I grabbed the piece of paper from the person in front of me, and glanced at the sheet. I groaned quietly. It wasn't a scavenger hunt, it was a get-to-know-your-classmate kind of worksheet. The only person next to me was Denny. My eyes went to him. Denny had a big smile on his face,"Hi, partner." 

This was going to be a long day. I had no choice but to partner up with Denny. He was too bright for me—really outgoing. The worksheet consisted of lame questions about our partners. Favorite food, subject, movies, hobbies, etc. Denny was excited and started answering them right away. He liked Vegetarian Pizza, even though he wasn't a vegetarian. Denny didn't like any subject except History and Art. He hated math. His favorite thing to do is to make dialouges from random tv shows, mostly foreign ones—I thought that was quite funny, since I've never really thought about someone doing that. He liked the color of they sky and the feeling of looking at the stars—even if you couldn't really see it cause of the lights around us. 

Denny was actually cool. He didn't really care about appearances or anything of that sort. Denny just lived for Denny—only for himself. Doesn't mean that he was conceited or a narcissist, he just wanted to live his life.

"I can't wait to get out of his place." Denny rested his head on his arms,"I want to go to places and just go forward." 

I blinked at him. He was smiling again. He has a nice smile. 

"That sounds nice." I mumbled.