The first day of school sucks, whether you're the new kid or not. You walk into school surrounded by people you haven't spoken to for at least three months, just some friends in the pack. I had none of that. Thankfully I blended in with my generic brown hair and generic jeans and a t-shirt and my generic face. I look at a piece of paper for my locker- 571, and try to find it without talking to anyone. I finally do and squeeze my way between too boys- great- and fiddle with the lock. I pop it open a little too hard and hit the kid next to me with the door.
"Ow!" He says, rubbing the back of his head.
"Sorry sorry sorry," I say quickly, my face heating up.
"No, that's okay," he says, looking into my eyes and flashing a large smile. "These lockers suck. Always have, always will."
"Yeah, I guess so," I say, grabbing my arm and squeezing it. "Are you okay?"
"I'm great," he says, but he looks like he's in another world. He takes my hand off my arm and squeezes it. "Have a good day," he says in a kinda-flirty-but-maybe-he's-just-being-nice way. I grab my stuff and walk off to class, my heart pounding.
What just happened?