English is my final class of the day. I haul myself to the front of the room because people refuse to sit near me. I sit alone at the front until out of the blue, a boy puts his books on the desk next to me. It's Trent, the guy who knocked my lunch off the table. 

"Hey, is this seat taken?" he asks me. His voice is soft and deep, like a warm ocean with no waves rippling the surface.
"Um no, but why would you want to sit here?"
"Because of two reasons, one because I like English and two, because I think you are the only other sane person in this class" replies Trent gesturing to the idiots at the back of the room who were playing 'lazy town' songs and dancing on the desks for someone's snapchat story. I let out a loud laugh followed by a quiet snort at the comment he made. I'm not the only one who thinks that. "Well so can I sit here" he asks with a chuckle in his tone.
"Sure" I reply. Why are my cheeks hot? The lesson begins and every so often, Trent would whisper a comment to me about the lesson.
"Wow, how do they not get it, she legit just explained it to the class". "Seriously, we have been here twenty minutes writing stories and they only just started, that's some epic locho shit right there". Some were so funny that I nearly got in trouble for laughing. The final bell went and the rest of the class wasted no time in sprinting to the lockers. I remain behind, alone with Trent. I grab my things and walk to the door, Trent puts his arm out blocking the door.
"So Gwen, where are you off to?" he says in a calm voice.
"Well after school I normally, you know, go home!" I reply sarcastically.
"C'mon now Gwen, why don't you join me for dinner?"
"Ha good joke, now please let me go"
"I'm not joking, meet me in front of the cinema at 5 tonight, I'll pay".
"Um ok, sure, why not"
"sweet, see you then" he says as he skips off. I don't know if I can trust him, he's popular, why would he have interest in me? Wait, is this a date?! she says yes.