Find your class...

This place is huge, how am I ever going to find Biology... I groaned, thinking about how long it would take till this place became familiar. I glance down at the piece of paper the school had mailed to us with my schedule on it: 'Room 351A,' at least that somewhat narrows it down. I tirelessly walk down several seemingly identical corridors, clueless as ever, still unable to find my class.

I turn into a new hallway, scanning my surroundings, looking for any clues as to where I might be. My eyes shift and I notice a girl sitting against the shiny lockers alone, scribbling in a torn down notebook. Maybe she could help me find my way around here. I decide to sit down next to her, my hands folded in my lap; she glances at me for a moment then returns to whatever she was doing, seemingly unfazed by the complete stranger in her proximity.

My head turns to face her, examining her features, searching for a reason to distrust her. She seems harmless... but I've been fooled plenty of times before. The curls from her chocolate brown hair drape just below her shoulders, complimenting those golden honey eyes that I only catch a glimpse of. My heartbeat races, palms sweaty as my mind searches for the right thing to say... Am I seriously this nervous about talking to a girl? Come on, you're fucking Nate Harkness, this should be child's play.

"Excuse me? Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?" I ask coyly. She looks at me with no sign of amusement. Damn, this is going to be harder than I thought.

"Enough to break the ice. Hi, I'm Nate... Nate Harkness, I just transferred here. " I say with a goofy grin, chuckling at my own joke, nervously touching my neck for comfort. I was surprised when I heard a slight giggle come from beside me. I guess not.

"Ashley," she blurts out.

"What?" I say, shocked by her sudden willingness to speak to me.

"My name... it's Ashley, Ashley Wallace," she responds.

"Well... it's nice to meet you, Ashley Wallace," I say with a slight smile.

"Likewise," she says with an amused tone. An awkward silence slowly begins to build the tension between us, each trying to analyze how the other might be feeling to no avail, I decide to be the one to break it. Might as well get what I came here for.

"You wouldn't happen to kno-" I try to say but Ashley quickly interrupts me.

"Where your first class is?" Ashley says, bemused by my question despite my confusion.

"Yeah..." I say hesitantly.

"Luckily for you, I happen to be one of the Student Ambassadors for Liberty High." She states with an indifferent tone; her sudden shift from playful to formal catching me off guard. "As a matter of fact, I was actually waiting for you to arrive this morning for your Orientation but you never bothered to show up."

"Oh..." I look down in shame. "Sorry about that... something came up." More like someone...

"Come on, I'll show you where..." She glances over my shoulder at the schedule in my hand, "Biology is." Her face suddenly contorts into a smirk. "You must have racked up some pretty bad karma in your life to be stuck with Mr.Harrison as your teacher, I wish you luck." You have no idea... I thought to myself.

Ashley lifts herself up from the cold linoleum flooring, offering me her hand; the smooth, soft texture immediately making an impression. Fuck, these would feel so good wrapped around my co-. Stop, you barely even know this girl. As Ashley leads the way towards the stairwell on the other side of the building, she casually explains to me that each floor is designated by a letter, with the 3rd floor starting at A and descending until you reach the basement with D.

Once we reach the stairs, I slowly shift my position behind her to catch a glimpse of her ass, unable to resist the temptation. Shit! The way those jeans are hugging her is so fucking hot, she'd probably be able to ride me all night long. I try to regain my composure before she notices the uncomfortable stiffness forming in my pants. Get yourself together, you're trying to change, remember?

Finally, we arrive at the classroom marked 'Room 351A,' my personal **** chamber.

"I'll see you after 1st Period ends and finally give you the grand tour of Liberty High." She says sarcastically before walking away towards an unfamiliar hallway, disappearing from my sight.

Time for my first class. What could possibly go wrong?

I face the rugged wooden door, placing my hand on the rusted metallic handle, slowly turning it until the creaking noise from the door alerts everyone to my presence. I immediately notice the teacher, an older overweight man with unkempt clothes and clearly no sense of style, writing something on the dusty antique chalkboard. Ugh, this dude is disgusting. All eyes in the classroom focus on me, the teacher quickly acknowledging my interruption.

"Who are you, and why is it that you think you're important enough to interrupt my lesson?" The teacher scowls at me, clearly disinterested in any answer I have to give.

"My name is Nate Harkness, I transferred here over the Summer." I said defiantly, not backing down to my asshole of a teacher. "And for your information, sir, I was busy filling out paperwork in the main office to finalize my enrollment at the magnificent Liberty High." I say sarcastically. There is a slight bout of laughter and muttering among the student's in the class, gossiping about the "new guy."

Mr.Harrison's face contorts in a twisted manner, his blood boils at my clear lack of respect, pondering what his next move should be. Uh oh... maybe I should've toned down the bad boy vibe a bit with this guy... he seems ready to burst.