“What’s your name?â€? he asked me sweetly. It took me a minute to answer back because I got lost in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Anna Claire. Well, just Anna. Um, hey.â€? Well, now he probably thinks I’m an idiot. Oh well, I’ll win him over. I always do.

“So you come here often?â€? he asked. YES ! It’s a cheesy pick-up line. Now I know for sure he is trying to flirt.

“Yeah, since freshman year actually. You?â€?

“It’s my first day here. Care to show me around?â€? he looked at me hopefully.

“Sure.â€? I told him, smiling widely. Everyone tells me my smile is pretty so I might as well show it off.

“Cool.â€? He obviously couldn’t think of anything else to say because not many people say cool here anymore. We’re at Michael Johns High School in Ohio, one of the farthest places from cool. Ever.

At least, I’m here. And he’s here with me though. This could get interesting.