The lunch bell had rung at least twenty minutes ago and Wren was still out of sight. Surely she would stop by my locker to get her stuff for lunch? I had even checked the cafeteria as a precaution, only to find her missing from there as well.

Somehow, I couldn't help but feel a little concerned of Wren's whereabouts. Surely she wouldn't ditch me to eat lunch alone, or better yet, with the hundreds of friends she had already made within the many months that flew by. To top that off, I was still getting over the conversation that I just had with Georgia, and the odd feeling of guilt that came hand in hand with it. Plus, wasn't exactly in the mood to even think about how annoyed I must have been to have sworn out loud.

So instead of thinking about anything, I sat by my locker in silence, nibbling on a granola bar. Several groups of chatty students passed by me, most simply whispering among themselves as they walked along.

Not that I could be bothered to care anymore.

I lifted my gaze from my granola bar, finally spotting a pair of bright hazel eyes approaching me from the end of the hall.

"Was I making you wait?" Wren asked as she made her way towards me. Despite the look of ease plastered over her face, her body language begged to differ. She seemed a little anxious in her movements, fidgeting nervously with her ring.

"No, I'm fine," I replied, stuffing the remainder of my granola bar into my mouth, which quite frankly, wasn't a very thought out move. "Di somfing happen?"

She let out a light chuckle, watching me as I barely managed to gobble down the two thirds of granola bar, some of which, was still sticking out of my mouth.

As smoothly as possible, I stood up, turning my back towards her, trying my best to hide the embarrassment threatening to shine through my cheeks. I spun the dial of my lock, swinging open the metal door of the locker and moving aside to let Wren retrieve her things.

"Quite frankly, I don't even know what happened," Wren replied, her voice reflecting the glumness of her actions, "I spoke to the office though."

Suddenly, a sense of dread dawned upon me.

. . . Did the office tell her about what happened with her locker?

"Why did you, uh, talk to the office for again?" I asked, reaching out to fix my binders in an attempt to distract myself from the nerves knotted in my stomach.

"For my locker."

A little too calmly, she pulled out her lunch, stored in a mere plastic bag, and propped herself up beside my locker.

I closed my locker door, taking a seat right beside her.

"You were right about my locker being moved," she remarked, unwrapping the ceramic to a quarter of a plain toasted baguette. Her words seemed emotionless, only supporting my fears.

"W-what did they tell you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone of voice as cool as possible. She didn't seem to detect my nerves, averting her gaze instead.

"Well, I told them that I heard my locker was being moved, they asked for my name and locker number, which I gave them, and they told me that they could give me a new locker within two day's time."

"That's it?"

Wren simply nodded her head, sinking her teeth into her bread.

"Oh . . . Okay . . ."

Wren seemed uneasy, squirming nervously in her spot. For a couple moments, we sat in a tense silence, but not too long after Wren finally broke the ice.

"Hey Vince?" She asked, her hazel eyes peering at me as she took another bite of her baguette.

"Yeah?"

I looked up to meet her gaze, fidgeting with the zipper of my lunch bag to fight away the awkwardness threatening to engulf us.

"Is this your first time eating in the school hallway?"

I took a moment to think, looking back at all the times I've eaten alone for lunch.

"Actually, it might be."

The corners of my lips tugged into a smile as I turned to face her once more. Slowly, her shoulders rose and fell as she took a long look around us, coming across a deserted hall.

"It's nice," she commented, finally returning my smile. "All we need is a glass roof, where you could hear the tap of rain, or watch a dark night sky, with hundreds of stars and a moon . . ."

She suddenly trailed off as she stared off towards the ceiling, caught in a daze. I couldn't help but lift my head, letting my gaze wander over the bare white of the ceiling above us. I tried to imagine a sky, illuminated by a million stars and decorated by a full moon shining brightly above us, but failed miserably. So instead, I tilted my head to the right, letting my gaze land on Wren instead.

As per usual, she sat still, hazel eyes staring off in a dream. Part of me wished I could see things the way she did. It always seemed nice to let my imagination run free.

Suddenly, Wren cocked her head to the side, catching my gaze head-on. In the heat of moment, I flicked my gaze to the floor, feeling a surge of heat flood over my cheeks.

Wren giggled in response, a playful grin dancing over her lips.

"Did you want some bread?" she asked, only causing my cheeks to redden. Embarrassed, I shook my head, watching as she took another bite of her baguette, averting her gaze once more.

"We should do this more often," she declared, the grin on her face growing wide enough to showcase the two dimples positioned on her cheeks. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"No problem wish-buddy," I replied with a smile. I kept my gaze glued to the lockers in front of us, Wren doing the same.

And maybe I was just imagining it, but there seemed to be traces of pink, dancing along the surface of her cheeks and hiding behind wisps of golden brown hair.