Seattle buried her face in her hands, and I wondered if I'd said something to upset her. Knowing my luck, that was the case. Her body was rigid.
"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I said something wrong," I whispered gently. I was frustrated with myself for sticking my foot in my mouth. It seemed to be a frequent occurrence lately.
The bell rang and Seattle was the first person to leave the room. From the brief glimpse I got of her face, she didn't appear to be crying, so I must not have been too imploring.
I gathered my things and retreated from the room. I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't have to walk too far to reach my next class. It was across the hall, five doors down to the right.
I caught a brief flash of what looked like Seattle ducking into the very room I was headed towards. Something she'd said earlier flittered into my mind, and I remembered her saying something about having the next two classes together. So far, she seemed to be right. But how could she have known? Was it really just pure luck?
I followed her into the room and walked up to Mr. Mintz, one of the English teachers.
"Hi, I'm the new student. My name is Car-"
"I know who you are, Mr. Brown. Here's a copy of Hamlet, try to catch up. Just choose a seat anywhere, I don't have assigned seats," Mr. Mintz answered the questions I hadn't planned on asking before I could finish my introduction.
I nodded and took a seat next to the window. Seattle sat to my right again.
"You're not following me, are you?" She asked. She sounded irritated. I didn't get her; one moment she was mean and cold, the next on the brink of a breakdown, and then she was back to being mean. I don't think I could have figured her out if someone had drawn me a map.