Darien body stiffen at the feeling of someone watching him. After he placed his jacket in, his head snapped towards the direction it felt like it was coming from. He saw two girl sneaking their heads around the corner. One of the girl squealed and stuck her head back, but the other girl stayed there, watching him with her eyes were big and shines a beautiful light brown color.

She then smiled and waved before a hand reached out and pulled her back.  Darien eyebrows came together in confused as he turned his head back.

The chicks here are weird, he thought. But he had to admit, the second girl was pretty cute. He snorted then, not wanting to himself catch up in some girl.

He grabbed his binder and starting looking for his homeroom class. He watched each sign next to the door to find 216, but he couldn’t find it and he was get frustrated. The halls were clearing out quickly and he didn’t want to just stand there looking like an idiot.

“Need help?” he heard a voice behind him and he turned to see a blonde girl. She was dressed into expensive high brand cloths and her hair was practically was white and long. Her face didn’t look caked up, but that tan sure does look fake. She smiled as she took a step closer, “You look kind of lost. I’m Julia.” she said, holding her hand out.

He didn’t bother with the old hand shake, “Room 216.”

“Oh, it’s door down.” she said pointing behind him and he turned his head. He cursed under his breath since he walked passed it at least two times. Too many student were around and he was so caught up in trying to find it he wasn’t even paying attention.

 “Thanks.”, he said in boredom as he turned.

  “Hey, don’t I get to know you name?” Julia called out to him.

 “Doesn’t matter.” he asked and walked over to the room. He went in and went up to the desk, “Darien Call.”, he said to the teacher.

He smiled and held his hand up, “I heard I would have a new victim—I mean, student, in class. Mr. Beckett you can call me.” Darien pursed his lips, took a look at his hand, and back up to him. When Mr. Beckett realized Darien wasn’t going to shake his hand, he dropped it and cleared his throat, “Okay, Darien, take a seat anywhere you want.”

Darien turned around and looked around. He found a seat in the way back near the window, so he took it. He went over and sat down. He opened his notebook and startled doodle out of boredom when Mr. Beckett started teaching. He came up with the first thing that came in mind and it was a pair of female lips smiling. It was his mother’s; he tends to doodling stuff he remember of his mother so he can keep the memories of what she looks like.

“How about you, Darien?” he heard, waking him up from his drawing. He looked up at the teacher confused. “Do you know won the Peloponnesian War?” he asked.

Darien twirled the pen around in his hand, “No.”, he said, not trying to make a fool out of himself by trying to think. “And I really don’t care.”

The other student around chuckled, but Mr. Beckett stayed calm and he just smiled. “Well, do you want to take a guess? Athenians or Spartans?”

Darien tapped his pen against the notepad, “I don’t know. Spartan? They sound pretty cool.”

 “Well, Darien, I’m going to tell you are,” he paused, putting his hand behind his back. He smiled, ‘You are right, Spartan did win. Now I hope you pay attention for now on.”

 “Sure.”, Darien said, giving him a smile. When Mr. Beckett looked away though, Darien glared at him, hating him for suggesting what he should do. Screw him and his teaching. He wonders why he has to learn all this. All of it happened a long, long, long time ago. The reason not to learn it.

*

Darien dropped down in his third period seat with a groan in the back of another class. How much longer should he suffer today? He has so much homework to do—probably only to one third of it—and trying to keep his temper calm when a teacher would call on him, making him look like an idiot.

Sure, he wasn’t the smartest cookie in the jar, but he knew what was important in life. To be street smart. He tried his best to get Cs though because he doesn’t want to fail a grade again. Being held back and looking like idiot was something he does not enjoy.

He began doodling again the skull he began when his pen started to stop drawing. His eyebrows came together and he shook his pen, trying to get the ink to work. He scribbled on the notebook, seeing if it worked, but it didn’t. He shook the pen one more time and scribbled, but nothing!

He lost his temper finally and broke his pen, cursing under his breath, “Damn pen.” he said and then realized he had nothing to write with. “Crap.”, he said.

He decided to just listen in class this time. He was tapping his thump against the notepad when he smelt some body spare perfume

 “Hello.”, he her an angelic voice next to him.

He turned his head to look up at girl—one of the girl who was spying on him and waved to him before being pull away. She was holding something out to him and he realized it was a pencil.

He looked back up at her and she was smiling down at him and he have never seen a set of more perfect white straight teeth. She had a natural looking creamy light tan skin and the white long sleeve shirt she was wearing made it look darker. Her skinny jeans fit perfectly on her. They didn’t look loose or paint on. Her waist was curvy and she had the cutest chipmunk cheeks.

He reached out and took the pencil, “Thanks.”, he muttered out.

She took the seat next to him, “I’m Helena, but you can call me Lena. Being named after a grandmother who has a pretty old name like is something I don’t very much like. I mean, I’m honored my parents named me after someone so loving and important to my family, but Helena sounds so much like Helen and Helen is such a boring name.”.

Darien can’t believe he just listen to that whole speech; since when did he care enough to listen to a babbling girl? She was such a cupcake and sunshine, it pissed him off. How can someone be as happy as her?

“So what’s your name?” she asked.

“Darien.”, he said before he could hold his mouth. He was confused on why he told Miss Sunshine his name. It just kind of came out.

 “Darien?” she question. “I like it, it’s nice and you don’t hear that name every day. You going to enjoy Kings High. It may not be the best school, but I’m sure when you make some friend, you’ll love it here.”

 “I doubt it.”, Darien said.

 “Well maybe we could hang out sometime and—

 “Hey Lena!” a guy said as he took a seat in front of Lena and leaned down her desk. He smiled at her, “Long time no text. I feel as if you’re ignoring me.”

 “I have, Joey.” she said, looking at him in annoyance.

He chuckled as if she made a joke, “Well how we hang out after school? We can go to get a pizza or something.”

“No thanks.” Lena said and to Darien surprised, she reached over, wrapped her arm around his. “I’m hanging out with Darien after school.”

He looked down at her confused. So she already assume he would say yes? The girl works fast. He admit, it sound cool to hang out with someone as pretty as her, but he rather pass.

 “Oh really?” Joey questioned. “Hey new boy, do you think you have what it makes to make Lena happy? She’s pretty picky, what makes you think your good enough to take her out on a date?”

Darien got up from his chair and Joey got up, getting in each other face. “What are you trying say, huh?” Darien asked. “I’m not good enough for her?”

“Well it certainly doesn’t look like you’ll be paying for anything.” Joey said.

That irked Darien would people would call him a poor low life. He went to grabbed Joey, but he felt a pair of small hand go on his bicep and pull him back. “Wow, Wolverine, calm down.” she said. “Joey, just leave us alone.”

They didn’t take their eyes off for an each for a moment before stepping back and nodding. “Okay, yeah, sure. See ya Lena.” he said, winking before going to the other side of the room.

Lena stepped in front Darien and put her hands on her hip, “Okay, Wolverine, get this.” she said, poking his chest before putting her hand back on her hip. “I don’t like violence, so that mean no fighting.”

He looked down at her in shock, “And who do you think you are, Sunshine?” he asked. “Last I check, my mother dead.”

Her face dropped and arms dropped and she looked at him apologetic, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry—”, when she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, he pulled back and sat down, not believe he just told her that. He ignored her the whole time