I watched as the red headed girl ran out of the cafeteria, leaving me with a dumbfounded look on my face, staring after here. I went back to Luna and sat down at the table she was at.
"What's wrong loverboy?" she asks. I let out a little snarl, something I'd picked up last summer when we'd gone to a Werewolf retreat. "Woah, down boy," she laughed, and I couldn't help but join her.
"She ran out of the cafeteria! Just, literally, bolted! What did I do?" I asked.
"Hey, don't ask me, ask her!" she replies, putting her hands up in a mock surrender. Just then, the bell rings, and we both get up for our next class. It's in the North wing, and we realize our lockers are right next to each other, so we grab our books and run to our next class. Luna was telling me a story about a vacation she'd taken to Italy and we were laughing when we entered the class room, but I stopped as soon as I saw her. The red head. I stop in my tracks, and Luna follows my gaze, grins and pushes me forward.
"No freaking way," I say, acting like a total wuss.
"Come on wussy," she says, pushing on my leather jacket. I run a hand through by light brown hair, messing it up a bit, and go to sit beside Luna. There's another guy on her right, so I take the seat to her left and Luna takes the one in front of me. She watches me as I go to talk to the Red head, then back away.
"What do I do?" I mouth to Luna.
"SPEAK!" she mouths back. Dur!
I look back at the read head, taking a deep breath.
"Hi, I'm Jason. I think I ran into you earlier today, I'm really sorry," I say, my voice cracking at the end from nerves.