It's always hard being the new kid at a school. My family moved here cause my Dad got a new job in Ridgemont -- I was just lucky that the move was during the summer so I didn't have to transfer in the middle of the school year. That would have been even WORSE.
I really hadn't thought of it when I went over to him. He seemed like a pretty nice person, so I just tapped him on the shoulder and asked.
"H-hey!" I asked, already stammering like I was still a freshman. So much for stepping it up in my sophomore year.
His eyes lit up and he smiled at me. "Heya there, dude! What can I dooya for?" he said, somehow already knowing I needed to ask him for something.
"I-ah-- Uhm... Sorry to ask you this, but I'm new, and I really don't know my way to any of the classrooms. Do you know where room 442B is?" I asked, meekly handing him my crumpled up schedule on a piece of paper.
"Heh, yeah, I figured you were asking for directions -- never seen you here before!"He furrowed his brow for a moment, inspecting my schedule. "Algebra II with Marcus, huh? Guess you'll be seein a whole lot more of me this year, man -- we've got first period together!"
"R-really?!" I tried not to perk my ears up too much -- I didn't want to scare off the first person I'd met today by seeming over eager to get to know them. "Could you show me where?"
He pocketed my schedule nonchalantly. Before I could ask for it back, he threw his hands out theatrically. "Fear not, my naive ottery compadre! I'll showya where the class is. My name's Rawley by the way -- Rawley Thomas! What's yours?"
"E-Ezekiel" I said, trying not to chuckle at how animated Rawley was. I mean, I had always heard the stereotypes about rabbits and how full of energy they were, but to be honest, I never really befriended any at my old school.
"Well, Zeke, if you're set to go, I'll be more than happy to show you where the seventh circle of mathmatical hell doth lie. It looks like you've got second lunch too, so I can show you some other stuff too!" Rawley said, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder.
"You mean... eat lunch with you? You mean it?"
"Yeah dude! I can't be eating lunch with fuckin' LAME people! Now c'mon, don't make us late!"