The double doors were open wide, comforting me. It was my first day at Cherry Blossom Private High and nerves were taking hold of me once again. I might as well have thrown up, because when I stepped through, my face was met with a handful of shaving cream. I heard laughter coming from the frontal direction, but my vision was impaired.
I heard the laughter subside as footsteps neared. I wiped the cream from my face, confused by whom the intended target was. When I turned, however, I was met with cold gray eyes. I took a step back and bumped into one of the shaving cream joke perpetrator. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I fell to the ground loudly and looked up. The gray-eyed boy was still standing there, staring intently at me.
Our eyes locked for a quick second before he turned towards the miscreants who were messing with me. "Leave the girl alone." They nodded silently and he added, "You can tell she's poor." I was going to thank him for helping me, but after that comment, I just scoffed and helped myself up. 'Rude rich kids,' I thought to myself as I stared at the paper in my hand, maneuvering the crowded halls.
When I reached my locker, the gray-eyed boy was standing there. "You need something? Or came to apologize for your comment? Oh, wait, no. I'm too poor for-" Before I could finish, our lips connected. He pulled away and smirked. "You don't remember me?"