Levy's POV
Out of all the idiots I could get stuck with, it had to be the crazy punk skater boy. Just had to be. Thanks God. Don't know what I did to you.
"You walk home?" he questioned as he leaned against my locker.
"Of course not. What kind of proper young lady would walk home?"
"One who isn't a preppy smarty pants."
"How about you go fall off a bridge?"
"How about you go die in a well?"
"I prefer islands!"

"Ooh. Nice comeback."
"Thank you."
"So, let's get to geology. Is that like the study of the letter G?"
"Why God? Why?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just go to class. Freak."
"I hope I'm a freak. I hope I am."
With that we walked away. Gosh, what a weirdo.
Little did I know, my life would change because of him.