"Class today we have a new student! Her name is Remington and I need you all to be nice," the teacher said as soon as I walked into the classroom.

Fuck. I didn't expect to be put on blast here but I guess now its too late to do anything. "Hey Remington," the class greeted dryly.

"Hi," I said awkwardly before sitting in the only open desk in the back.

It was by some hot guy that you could tell was super chill and some girl that looked to be a nerd. "Don't worry Mrs. Peterson is really chill," the guy mumbled the moment I sat down.

"Cool," I said before she started to teach the lesson.

"So where you from?" he asked casually.

"Florida," I said with a smile.

"Why would you move here to Chicago then? Isn't Florida amazing?" he asked in disgust.

"Because my mom died," I mumbled sadly.

"Oh sorry to hear that," he said before staying quiet.

"Its cool," I said awkwardly.

"Psst," the girl next to me whispered.

"Yeah," I whispered back.

"That's Sam Walsh. He doesn't talk to anyone but his girlfriend so your really lucky," she said shocked.

"What's your name?" I chuckled.

"Sarah," she said softly.

"I'm Remington we should hangout sometime," I said with a smile. I could tell we would be great friends already.

"Cool I have no friends so I'm totally free," she said seriously.

"Oh okay cool. I mean not cool that you have no friends but cool that you are free," I cleared up not trying to be a jerk but failing miserably.

"I get it," she laughed.

"Okay cool," I said calmer.

Just then the bell rang signaling the next class. "I'll see you later," Sarah said before getting up and leaving super quickly.

"Do you need help getting to the next class?" Sam asked kindly as we walked out the class together.

"Kind of yeah but I don't want to waist your time," I said feeling bad.

As he took my schedule from me he smirked and said, "luckily we have the same next few classes."

All I could do was smile. I kind of like this guy but I don't know how long that can last because as we were walking to the class some chick walks up to him and shoves her tongue down his throat.

She was clearly a hoe with a fake bitch vibe. She was kind of pretty but not that pretty. To be honest I have no clue what Sam sees in her but that's not my call.

"Remington this is my girlfriend Jasmine Wilcott," he said clearly annoyed.

"Babe what are you doing with her, you should be walking me to class," she said angrily.

He voice was like nails on a chalkboard. "It's her first day and since we have the same class, I decided to walk her," he said before she tried to hold his hand but he blocked her.

"I'll see you at lunch," he dismissed her and continued to walk me.

"She seems interesting," I said not trying to be mean.

"Sometimes she can be a handful but she's a really good person deep down," he smiled. The whole time I wondered how far deep down he meant.