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The whole high school only had about five hundred kids, in total. I remembered what Mariah just said about it being exciting to have a new student. Ah, then I got it. Now I knew why they were so hyper when I got in the car. They were excited that I had the first class with him this morning.
    “Oh,” I said, “I guess I’ll be able to tell you something at lunch then.”
    “Rhia, his schedule has every class with you except for math,” Emily told me.
    I froze. All of my classes with this guy? I was suddenly a little nervous. I wasn’t really good at meeting new people. I got anxious and tongue tied. Great, I thought. Yay me.
    “You’re kidding!” I exclaimed, a little too excited.
    Mariah saw right through my ruse. “Nope, that is so cool. I want details at lunch. Promise me you’ll talk to him,” she demanded.
    “Um, I’ll try?” I meant it as a statement but it sounded more like a question.
    Emily looked at me apologetically. Mariah narrowed her eyes.
    “What’s his name?” I asked, making an effort to repair the damage already evident on Mariah’s face. That seemed to brighten up her mood.
    “Kellen Sloane,” she told me dreamily. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
    Just then we pulled into the small parking lot at school. As usual it was crowded with teens and buses. Mariah drove to the front and parked in the only open space left. Nobody ever parked in her spot, no matter how late she was. We climbed out as the bell rang and there wasn’t time for any more conversation. I was fine with that. Grabbing my backpack, I quickly slung it over my shoulder.
    “See ya at lunch,” I called as I walked off, happy not to have to say another word.

Chapter Two
     
    The room was crowded as I entered my first period English class. People were standing and talking all over the room, lounging on desks and scattered in groups. Chaos was the norm so early in the morning. My English teacher, Mrs. Yoder, was busy shuffling through papers as usual. She often started class late. I walked toward the back of the room where my seat was located. It was noisy in here this morning. Louder than usual.
    There was a group of kids gathered around the desk next to me, talking and laughing. I didn’t pay much attention to the conversations going on around me as I sat down. My thoughts were still centered on my nightmare this morning. I hated awakening early before my alarm, all day long I was going to be tired and grumpy.
    Another boring Monday stretched out in front of me. I prepared myself mentally for a long day until the sound of laughter made me look up. I glanced at the seat next to me and froze. It was him, Kellen. The new guy we were talking about in the car a few minutes ago. Our eyes met. He smiled a wide grin and I smiled tentatively back. Our gaze held. Finally, after a few more seconds I looked away and blushed. Mrs. Yoder called the class to order then and began her lecture on renaissance poets. I pulled out my notebook and a pen and started taking notes.
    I suddenly felt like someone was watching me so I looked up. Sure enough. He was looking at me, again. Or maybe he hadn’t stopped looking. I wasn’t sure. I blushed bright crimson again at the thought. Turning back to my notes, I tried to concentrate on what Mrs. Yoder was saying. Her words started to jumble together in my head. I could feel him staring at me again. It was starting to make me feel a little self-conscious. This lecture was taking forever .
    I didn’t have to be impatient long. A few minutes later Mrs. Yoder finished her lecture and ended class five minutes early. I heard one of the guys, Brian, ask him what class he had next.
    “Economics with Mr. Stratford,” Kellen responded.
    “Hey Rhia, don’t you have econ with Stratford now?” Brian asked.
    It took me a minute to realize he was speaking to me. “Yeah, I do,” I replied slowly.
    “Mind showing me the way?” Kellen asked.
    “Um, sure.” I couldn’t seem to form an intelligent