Amara had to take a few more seconds for her breath to return to her before she straightened. Her back groaned, begging her to lay down somewhere from the stress she had just gone through as her thighs burned. She was a girl out of shape. Clearly out of shape. And although gym was never much of a problem to her, she found herself dreading it. She knew she had it before lunch and she kicked herself for not checking if Malcolm did too or not.

Her eyes landed on him again and she saw the impatience in his eyes. She didn't blame him. She followed where he mentioned the door was, seeing it just in reach. She nodded her head and pushed off of the wall, walking fast over to him, and then following him to the door as her ankle boots clicked off of the old stone flooring and her messenger bag began slipping down her shoulder. She straightened it just as Malcolm opened the door and she stood there, looking at the two empty seats.

"Some of the teachers I've had in the past don't care if it's your first day or not," Amara stressed to him just as he walked over to choose a seat.

She huffed a big breath, almost like a sigh, as she took the seat near the clean-cut boy next to the wall. She slipped her messenger bag off and placed it down on the desk top before she sat down crossing her legs immediately as her dark wash skinny jeans tightened against the movement. She messed with a button on her worn denim jacket and she stared ahead at the board that read last week's assignment, her eyes landing on the teacher and ready to read him like an open book.

He looked old enough to be her grandfather with bright white hair, lines all over his face, a beard, and dressing as if it were the 60s. But nonetheless, the fire in his eyes told her that he was well capable of handling high school students. This man had plenty of his spirits still intact.

"Hey, you're new right?" asked the boy next to her. She froze for a moment, and then turned her head. The boy had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and wore a button-up shirt over a tee shirt. Clean cut alright, with a bit of fashion class to show off he wasn't some dorky pussy.

"Yeah," Amara said reluctantly.

The bell rang and the boy smiled at her. "Welcome to Dover High." It was a pleasant smile. He had straight white teeth with a slight off-balance of the way his lips curled up. One side curled up more than the other and in a way, it was cute.

"Thanks."

The teacher began talking about how there were two new students in the class and Amara looked over at Malcolm.