I bit my lip.

The class would begin in 5 minutes. Then the teacher would commence her lesson and talk for a long 50 minutes and dismiss us. But that routine task would only last four more months.

Four months until it was all over, Four months until I graduated. 

I didn't like thinking about it, I didn't like thinking that I was almost a grownup, I didn't like thinking of the change that I knew would happen.

I knew that it was inevitable, everyone had to grow up. That part I didn't mind, what I did mind however was the change.

There would be so much change in the next year, I would move out, get a full-time job, start college and who knows what else, and honestly, that scares me.

I turned my head, feeling my ponytail whip against my cheek as I heard a loud noise, like a crash and then yelling. I looked at the clock, two minutes until the class started.

I looked around debating if I should get up and check it out, but as the yelling got louder, everyone in the class got up and looked outside the classroom.

I squeezed through the hoard of people to see what was going on, but as I got closer and heard the infamous chant of 'fight! fight! fight!' I knew exactly what was happening.

I finally got close enough to see Jacob, A guy from my English and art class, throw another student, male with black hair and looked to be a little over six foot, to the ground.

I didn't know what to do and they broke into a fist fight on the ground, getting up for a few seconds and then slamming the other to the ground.

I looked around for a teacher, the bell had rang a few minutes ago and they had to notice there weren't many students in their classes, on top of the loud yelling coming from outside their classrooms.

Finally, I saw the school security guard pushing through the crowd. Once he got close enough, he pulled the unknown student off of Jacob and yelled for us all to get to our classes.

Before I left, I snuck a quick glance at the two boys, both of them looked terrible, blood dripping from their noses and bruises already starting to form. Although I had never talked to Jacob, I didn't take him for the fighting type, so I wondered what had gotten him so angry.

Halfway through first period, Jacob came into the room. He had an icepack, which he held against his cheek and a pass for being tardy. I watched him sit down, he was exactly two seats up and three seats to the right of me.

I wondered if he was okay as I watched him stare at the paper in front of him, he seemed to be zoning out. I decided that I would talk to him after class and racked my brain, trying to remember anything I could about him.

He was known for vandalizing the town, but not with graffiti, paintings, He sat alone at lunch and in class he didn't talk to many people. He had gone to my elementary school and would always get in trouble for drawing on his papers.

I bit my lip trying to come up with something else, anything, but my mind went blank as the bell rang, signalling we could leave. I stood up and made my way to the door, but waited for Jacob to exit.

It took a few minutes but as soon as he got through the door I started talking.

"Hey Jacob."

He turned to me and I walked beside him, a confused look on his face.

"Do I know you."

"yeah, I'm Aimee, I'm in your English and art class."

He looked me over, scrunching his face up as if trying to remember.

"Do we have a project together? I don't remember being assigned anything recently."

"oh, no, we don't. I just wanted to talk to you, I mean I have known you since kindergarten."

I bit my lip, looking down and trying to think of something else to say. I heard him mumble something and quickly looked up.

"pardon?"

He sighed and stopped walking, looking down at me.

"So you've known me for 12 years and just now decided to talk to me? Why?"

I looked down thinking of something to say.

"Is it because of the fight this morning? Has that suddenly sparked your intrest in me?"

I looked up at him, he was spot on but it didn't sound like a good reason so I quickly thought of something.

"No, I've been meaning to talk to you for a while, I've just been to shy."

He looked me over again, looking as if he didn't believe me.

"Then why now? Why are you suddenly confident enough to start talking to me?"

I opened and closed my mouth, probably looking like an idiot. The bell rang and I realized that we were the only ones in the hall.

"I um, I have to get to class. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

I turned away from him and quickly ran to my next class. I couldn't help but feel like his eyes were on me the whole way there though.

~.~.~

I bit my lip, I hadn't talked to Jacob all day and now it was lunch time.

I held my lunch in hand as I scanned the large cafeteria, finding jacob, sitting alone as always. I inhaled deeply debating whether or not to sit with him. I wanted to be his friend, but the idea of change startled me.

After just standing there like an idiot for at least five minutes, I decided to make my way over to Jacobs table, sitting right in front of him.

As soon as I sat down he started to stand up, So I quickly shot out of my seat, stopping him.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"You want to sit here with your friends right? I'll find a different table."

"No, that's not it. I wanted to sit with you."

He sat back down slowly, looking at me skeptically as he did so. I just flashed him a smile trying to reasure him.

"Whats with you today?"

I tilted my head at the question, confused by what he ment exactly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, first you start randomly talking to me after first period, then you avoid me for the rest of the day, and now you're eating lunch with me as if we're best friends. Why?"

I bit my lip trying to think of a answer. I couldn't say 'Oh well I saw you get punched and I was hopping to figure out who the other kid was and why you got in a fight'. It didn't sound right.

"I told you earlier, I've always wanted to be your friend."

I smiled to myself, happy that i was able to give a reasonable answer. But Jacob didn't seemt to buy it as he rolled his eyes at my response.

"Listen, did the principle set this up? He's done stuff like this before. Tell him I'm fine, I don't need help making any friends."

I was taken aback at what jacob said, not believing that the principle had set people up to be friends with him. I quickly shook my head, assuring him that I was not just trying to become his friend for higher grades or junior honor society in which the other people were probably doing it for.

"Then why? Why does the girl who hates change decide to change everything one day just to talk to some guy who shes never talked to and had no friends."

That was a question I could not answer.