• "It's ok, cause nether am I most of the time." He said with a slight grin. "Anyway to anwer your first question. I know your name because I over heard some jocks talking about you in the hall. One of them called you ' the artsy goth b***h that doesn't like to be touched' personaly, even though I just met you, I think you're kinda cool." He said and his grin widened, but then he turned serious. "I'm sorry I touched you..." his voice trailed off and he looked at the ground. His gray-black hair hung in his face. He was trying extermely hard to hide that fact he was uber embarrassed.
    "It's okay..." I trailed off mid-sentence because i couldn't think of anything else to say... Looking at Garth made me feel like I was scolding one of my little brothers...
    "...Well I have to go sit down now; you should wait over by Mrs Beaumont's desk. She's going to want to introduce you to the class..." I trailed off again, Garth had looked up by that time and was staring at me with his bright blue-green eyes.
    "Okay." Garth whispered, never breaking eye contact. I looked away, I could feel my face getting hot. I didn't want him to see me blushing. When I blush it's extremely ovibious, my normally milky complection turns scarlet and it's not fun.
    "Well, I'll talk to you later." I said and hurried back to my seat and pluncked down behind my desk.