“What are you talking about?” I say in a confused voice.
He chuckles, “I have never seen anyone run away from me that fast. You should be on the track team. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“Ok,” I mumble.

“My name is Chris,” he smiles a million dollar smile, “What is yours?”

“My name is Hazel,” I say in a nice voice. I feel a nudge from my back.

“Oh, and this is Claire,” I say pointing to her.

“Hazel that is a sexy name.”

I roll my eyes. The bell rings and he sits in the seat next to me. Class starts and a note is flicked onto my table. It’s from Chris.

Hey, can I have your number?

Wow, that was upfront.

Who passes notes anymore?

I toss it to him. He writes something then tosses it back.

Well, I guess we do. So, can I have you number Hazel?

Sorry, I don’t give my number to weirdoes.

Ouch