Isabella looked up from her locker and looked into a set of deep, murky green eyes that Sabrina talked about this morning. When Isabella was finally able to take her gaze away from the eyes, she was able to see the person himself.

He was kinda tall, maybe 5' 8'', and had a slight built where he didn't look muscular but you could tell he was strong. He had longish black hair that went just a little past his neck and was layered. The ends of his black hair was red and then slowly faded into his black hair. It was weird and Isabella wondered if it was natural. He was wearing a slighty over sized t-shirt that screamed "The Voices Told Me To Do It" ans was wearing a really baggy pair of jeans with a chain wallet. Isabella could see some piercings but there was only a few. What really caught her attention was the tattoo of some design that went around his wrist.

Since Isabella didn't answer his question, he explained, "I'm a new student here and I can't seem to get my locker open. I was never too good with this combination thing." His face flushed with a slight embarrassment and Isabella realized how cute he was when his face went slightly red.

"Sure, I'll help you," Isabella said. She put her books down and went over to his locker and asked him to read off his locker combination.

"13,22,2," he said.

Isabella got his lock off on the first try and opened it for him. She handed him his lock.

"Hey, thanks a lot," he said smiling and taking the lock from her. Isabella blushed slightly from the gratitude and went back to packing her books. "Hey, you're cute when you blush," the guy commented.

This got Isabella's face an even deeper shade of red. The guy laughed at her reaction to the compliment and shoved his new textbooks in his locker.

Isabella was about to leave when the guy called her again. "Um, do you by any chance know where the history class is?"

It struck Isabella as a weird coincidence that he also had world history this period. "Who's your teacher?" she asked.

"Mr.Richards," he replied, reading off his schedule.

"Whoa, I'm in that class, too. Actually, I'm going there right now," Isabella said in astonishment.

"Wow, then I'm sure I'll enjoy that class a lot," he said smiling. Isabella wondered what he meant by that but didn't make much out of it.

"Just follow me and I'll get you to class," Isabella instructed and walked on. She could hear him shuffle his backpack onto his shoulder and followed her.

Isabella arrived to world history class a few minutes after the second bell had already rung. Her teacher was about to give her detention when the new guy intervened and said how he was only helping him get acquainted with this school and she had to help him with this locker and then had to lead him here. Isabella didn't know why but it felt kinda nice to have him defending her or maybe it was just because she just wasn't used to this knida treatment and liked it.

Anyway, her teacher couldn't give her detention with the excuse that the new guy gave him and just sent her to her seat.

Isabella sat down and realized that during the whole entire incident that she never asked the guy what his name was. But she calmed down after she realized that teacher will have to announce him anyway and then she'll learn a little about him. Then she will really have something to brag to Sabrina about later on the phone tonight.

"Everyone, I would like you to welcome, Cain, to our world history class," Mr. Richards announced.

Isabella could already hear all the gasp that the girls gave off as they finally decided to stop gossiping and saw Cain's physical features. She couldn't hold back a smirk as she thought about the fact that this cute guy's locker was next to hers and the fact that he had called her cute, even thinking about it again made Isabella's cheeks go red again.

"Isabella, could you please raise your hand so Cain knows where to sit," Mr. Richards said in mild annoyance.

Isabella raised her hand, embarrased knowing that Mr. Richards had probably called her more than once.

Cain gave Isabella a wide grin which made her want to disappear because of the glares that the other girls were sending her. Cain walked and sat right in front of Isabella since that kid that sued to sit there moved away during the year.

World history class went by as slow as usual, if possibly, even slower because Mr. Richards had to tell every girl to turn around and face the board all the time because they were all staring at Cain. Isabella, sitting behind Cain, could feel the stares burning into her back. She knew that if looks could kill, someone would be digging her grave right now.

While Isabella was daydreaming, she heard something hit her desk. When she looked, she saw a note folded up into a triangle and on the note it said, From: Cain To: The Lovely Miss that Helped Me Out.