Before I knew it, The bell rang for Fourth period.
I gathered my belongings and followed the person in front of me, clutching my books in my arms,
to the lunch room.

When I walked in, the lunchroom was big,bigger then I excepted.
It had tall white pillars with  a glass ceiling, making me see the gloomy sky above.

I walked to one of the empty lunch tables with six chairs around it by one of the tall pillars and sat down, by myself.

I looked around, my eyes catching  onto the clock on the other side of the lunch room,
Henry should be here by now, where is he?

I put my bag on the lunch table taking out my algebra book and opened it up to one of the pages and started reading from one of the pages.

Occasionally I would look up seeing people around me giving me sympathetic looks, like I've been stood up. My face got red and a burning passion happened in my chest. He was 12 minutes late.
For the first time in my life, I could finally say I feel sorry for myself.

I felt a touch on my shoulder.
I turned around abruptly,  seeing a boy with light brownish hair  and emerald  green eyes that wanted to attack my brown eyes so badly.

He wore a long sleeved black shirt and black pants with black shoes,  holding two boxes marked with the word  'salad xx' on them. He placed the salads on the table and flung  his backpack on the table.

He looked like a dream.

"I'm so sorry love, my teacher wanted to review a test I had missed," He said grabbing my neck with one hand, his cold finger tips wrapping around my neck and kissing the top of my head, then sitting down next to me. He made eyecontact with everyone who looked at me. A look of caution, "I truly do love human anatomy, it's intriguing."

He said , revealing his British accent, sitting down moving my backpack placing the box of salad, a fork , and ranch dressing.

I sat up in my chair closing my book, "I'm sorry, do I know you? You don't need to pity-"

He chuckled putting the fork in his mouth that was covered with lettuce, "Just go along with it, yeah? But this guy, He must've been a douche of a boyfriend to have stood you up. I don't pity, by the way."

I opened up my box of lettuce- I mean salad, taking a bite "No, stranger, not my boyfriend. He just told me he would meet me here, that's all. He's a friend."

His eyes glanced back into mine. His eyes, something about them. He turned my mind blank, every time he looked at me. His eye's had a tint of some color in them, I don't know what it is, but I'm amazed,
"Stranger?," He said brushing his hair back that hung over 1/4 of his forehead back, "I don't mean to be a jackass, it just makes me angry when someone as radiant as you.. makes my anger uncontrollable. Pet peeve, if you will."

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him trying to study him, "I'm far from radiancy, but thank you."

He cocked his eyebrow looking down at my book, "Ms.Algebra, you're sitting at a table by yourself with no peers around you. Everyone else here in this room has there table where they go to, their clique. Usually this stuff just happens in movies, but you've proved me wrong. It's alright though, you'll find out where you'll belong soon enough."

I shrugged digging my fork into my salad and putting it in my mouth, "I don't have anywhere to belong to yet, but I heard this town is based on magic and stuff, it's kinda cool, just out of proportion."

He smiled at me closing his salad box throwing it in a garbage can by the pillar, "If I told you that magic is real, would you believe me? "

"I wouldn't know. You'd have to prove it." I said closing my box as well.

"Its all about the way you word it, it changes your point of view. "

The bell rung, the guy stood up grabbing my box of salad and putting it in the garbage, "Oh, Thank you."

His eyes escaped from mine, "We'll continue this anonymous conversation later, I suppose."

He said flinging his backpack around his back and walking off.

Who is this guy?
I didn't even get to tell him my name, or got to know his name.
Can people come out of movies and story books , that are the good guys?