"Ms. Flynn? I believe this young lady needs to have a word with you." I swallowed hard, hearing the words as JT's mom looked over at me, tears still in the corners of her eyes from early that day. I didn't know why I was doing this on a day like this...but my mom said it would be good to tell her why while the wounds were fresh. I sighed, before I finally let the words come out...the words that had been stuck in my head for a good while...

Being new is hard, very hard. It helps when you live in a town like mine though. A town that's small-ish big, if that makes any sense. You already knew who to hang around and who to stay away from. All that weird high school stuff. I was only transfering across town, but that was like a million miles. I had some friends that went to Memorial High, but...they were friends I didn't know all that well. I had heard things about the high school...but what took the cake was JT going there.

JT was known pretty well, pretty much infamously though. He'd stolen cars, beat people up, there was even a rumor once that he got taken in for attempted murder. Everyone said he was a great fighter...so no one could figure out how he always ended up coming in so beat up. From this I made a normal assumption of any other girl in my grade that wasn't looking for trouble. Don't go near him, don't talk to him, and most of all, don't listen to him. The problem was...I didn't exactly know who JT was...but I figured I'd be able to pick him out of the crowd.

"Nicole Winters?" I raised my hand slowly and the teacher nodded toward me with a smile and went on down the list of students as he was calling off roll. I sunk down some in my seat and Jeanna only laughed at me quietly from where she was sitting next to me.

"What's the matter?" I rolled my eyes at the question before she looked around and finally noticed what I noticed, kids glancing over at me. I hate people looking at me...I'm one of those, blend into the background type of people. Right about that time was the first I ever saw of JT Conway. He walked in quietly, and sat down in the back of the auditorium. What I found kind of funny though...was that I was the only who seemed to notice.

"He takes this class every year." I looked over at Jeanna curiously, appearently I wasn't the only one who had noticed.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously, though kept quiet so the teacher...or more importantly JT didn't hear us.

"He's taken if every year he's been here. No one really knows why...most think it's just because Mr. Jackson is the only teacher he can actually stand," Jeanna explained and I only sighed before turning around to look back up at JT to find his pale blue eyes staring straight at me. I swallowed before turning back around, sinking in my seat a little more.

I didn't look back up at him half-way through the class, trying my hardest to get that look he had given me out of my head. My whole avoidance stradegy might have worked better had I not been paired up with him for trust exercises. We were sent to practice out in the hall before we went up on stage to do it. I got a good look at JT then, not just seeing him in the darkness of the auditorium, but out in the floruscent lighting of the school's hallway. His eyes were more like ice out in the light, and I couldn't see his hair for the black beanie he kept on. I honestly didn't understand how he could get away with wearing it indoors...and I actually just figured he hadn't been caught yet. He wore a black hoodie that had a bio-hazard sign in red on the front and some words written in graffiti on the back and some black tattered jeans. I had imagined him differently...like a guy with his hood up and a cigarrette hanging out of his mouth or something like that.

"So, you really trust me to catch you?" I looked at him funny before nodding.

"Yeah...you don't look all that mean to me. I trust you," I replied and he smirked before holding out his arms.

"Okay then, lets get this whole practicing thing over with," he said simply as I turned around and fell backwards. I was a little shocked when I heard his old boots squeak as he stepped back and I hit the hard tile floor.

"Ow," I said as I sat up, holding the back of my head. I blinked a few times before I noticed he was now standing in front of me. I looked up at him, feeling somewhat mad.

"Here's a little law I go by, don't trust anyone. It only gets you hurt," he said, the smirk still plastered on his face. I felt my face grow hot as I got back up to my feet, standing in front of him and him taller then me by a good three inches.

"What was dropping me for?" I asked him quickly. Okay...just to let you in on a little secret, I don't normally do stuff like that. Like I said before, I just like to shy away from things.

"Teaching you a lesson," he responded as he crossed his arms and looked down at me curiously.

"Well did I learn the lesson then?" I asked quickly, partly screaming though keeping my voice down slightly so no one else would hear me.

"I don't know, did you?" I clenched my fist before, trying to hold it in but found I couldn't.

"Why do you have to be such a bad boy jerk face?" I asked and he only gave a weak laugh, shaking his head.

"You're a quick learner, Nici. Law number two, don't back down." I watched, still angry as he turned and headed back into the auditorium. I didn't understand what he meant, not the least bit. Laws? I had always heard he was a kid for a breaking laws. It sounded stupid and dumb and confusing. I hated it. I didn't even question how he already knew my name. I sighed, calming down some before I came back in the room just in time to hear Mr. Jackson call our names. I went up on the stage, not believing I was actually going to do this again. That I was going to fall right in front of the whole class my first day there, but I had no choice. I sighed and held my arms out, closed my tightly and waited for impact when I fell. I guess now I could have seen it coming, but then I didn't. I actually stayed there, in his arms for a few seconds, confused.

"The third law, don't think you know someone so quickly." I know now I was the only one who heard him say that...but as I straightened up and he just jumped off the stairs, going to the back of the class to get his stuff as the bell rang...it traveled through my head over and over again.

Don't think you know someone so quickly...

I had heard the phrase my entire life...but from him it sounded different. I hopped off the stage quickly and grabbed my stuff before running out of the room. I didn't even hear Jeanna yell my name. I just kept walking before I came to his locker, which luckily they put all the certian grades in a certian place. I walked up to him quickly, ignoring the other two guys that were standing there.

"What did you mean?" He looked over at me quickly with a weird look on his face before smiling some.

"What're you talkin' about?" he asked simply as his friends looked at one another.

"What you said in class," I reminded him quickly and he sighed, glancing over at me before slamming his locker shut.

"Look, I don't know who you are. Okay, princess?" he said to me quickly as he shoved his lock on his locker and closed it quickly. I looked up at him confused for a second.

"B-But...you," I studdered and he only shook his head before walking past me and his friends behind him, both stifling laughs. I stood there, confused.

The worst part about it was...I didn't get what he meant until a good while after that...so I guess in my own way...I let him down.