“Silvia Martinez please report to the principle’s office immediately.” I heard the loud speaker go as I was walking to history. I stop where is was and turned around and headed towards the office. It’s Monday and they usually only call people to the office if they are getting suspended. But I haven’t done anything wrong so that can’t be why I’m getting called. At least I hope not. I opened the door and saw a beautiful emo guy with dark brown hair. He looked somewhere around six feet tall. I walked to the counter.

“Hi, I was called. Why am I here?”

“Hi Silvia this is Peter and he just moved here from Detroit with his dad, I would like you to show him to his classes he has the same schedule as you and his locker is right next to yours so please show him where to go. Make sure you show him where his locker is I’m sure he doesn’t want to keep his book bag with him all day.” Principle Warner said.

“Ummmm kay, I turned to Peter,” Hi my name is Silvia nice to meet you.”

“Hi I’m Peter,” He looked at me for the first time. He had amazing blue eyes. He had his nose, tongue, eyebrow, and lip all pierced. He was the cutest emo guy I have ever seen, “Can you take me to my locker please?”

“Uh yeah this way,” I walked out of the office and went to my right. The bell for History to start was just about to ring. We were going to be late. I hate being late. But I’m sure Mrs. Salina will understand. “Okay, what’s your locker number?”

“231,”

“Okay, then its right here. If you even need to talk, my locker is 230 so u can just stick a note in my locker. I never keep it locked. Cause I really have nothing to hide.”

“Okay, I really like your out fit. When the principle was telling me about you, and how smart you are and everything, I figured you would look like a dweeb with huge glasses and be all gross. But you are beautiful and aren’t anything I expected.” He had a huge smile on his face.

“Well that just shows you that you don’t judge someone until you meet them. Now let’s get to history we are already late.’

“Okay. So why are you in choir and Drama?” he asked.

“Because, I want to be an actress and a singer when I get out of high school what about you?”

“I love theatre I want to be on Broadway someday.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” we were walking into history class as we finished talking.

“You’re late Silvia, and who is this?” Mrs. Salina

“I’m Peter and don’t blame Silvia for being late she was showing me where my locker was.”

“Well Peter don’t let me catch you being late again, now take your seat next to Silvia in the back row.”

“Okay,” he came and sat next to me. He passed me a note that said:

Hey. Want hang out sometime. I know we haven’t really talked much yet but you seem cool and I would really love to be friends.

My Reply:

Yeah sure I would like that after school today? My mom won’t be home until five but she won’t mind.

I waited a few seconds before I passed it so Mrs. Salina wouldn’t get suspicious. He caught on to my idea and when he passed it back she had her back faced to the whiteboard.

Peter:

That sounds good. Do you take a bus?

Me:

Yeah, I take bus number seven.

Peter:

No way. Me too, well I guess we will be seeing a lot of each other.

Me:

Well duh we do only have the same schedule.

Peter:

Oh yeah duh. =

I just read the note and shoved it in my binder. I looked at Peter and just smiled. I have to admit he is beautiful. I wish I had met him sooner. He is really smart, like me but I don’t know if he has a photographic memory like I do. He might just study a lot.

At lunch I actually have some one to sit by we started a conversation as soon as we sat down. We were eating the school’s food. Today it’s Chicken nuggets and fries, so yummy.

“So what’s your favorite color?” Peter intently looked into my eyes.

“Mine is black and what about you?” His eyes are so blue; I could stare into them all day. I know how awkward that sounds but they are just so beautiful.

“Well it used to be black also but now I’m in love with the color of your eyes.” He was flirting, I blushed really hard. I tried not to but I failed miserably. He put his hand on mine.

“What’s your favorite band?”

“Kinda cheesy but I love Panic at the Disco.”

“No way that’s mine too.”

“It looks like we have more in common than we thought.” He was really getting to me. I was taught never let a guy into your heart unless you know you will last forever so I have to keep him out. I don’t know if we will last and until I know my heart is on lock down. No one gets in or out. Well I should just say no one gets in because there is no one in it to get out.

“Yeah, we sure do.” I smiled politely. I didn’t want to fall for this guy because I am too afraid he won’t catch me if I do. The shrill of the bell interrupted my thoughts. “Time for Drama, fun, you will love Mrs. Malia she is absolutely hilarious.”

“Really I can’t wait to see this.” He said as we walked in.