As soon as the bell rang, Skylar was rushing out the door.

That was until she felt a hand wrap around her wrist.

She was spun around by a strong tug.

She was face to face with him.

The boy.

He who possessed all these beautiful Colors.

"My name's Forrest Greyhound, but I go by Grey, and you are?"

He asked, in a velvety smooth voice.

"Skylar,"

She answered nervously.

Then he chuckled and asked,

"Mind if I call you Sky?"