Someone Like You

Chapter Three

I found my locker and tried my combination. It didn't work. I tried again. No such luck. I kicked the locker in frustration.
A petite blonde came up and laughed.
"Let me help," she said. She took the sheet of paper and quickly opened my locker.
"You've gotta turn in twice on that second one," she grinned. "I'm Lizzie, by the way."
"Josie," I smiled, shaking her hand.
Lizzie waited as I put in my backpack.
"Your new here," she said as we walked to my first class, History.  She apparently had it as well.
"Yeah.  First day on the job," I gave her a weak smile.
"How's it going so far?" Lizzie asked, jogging to keep up with my long strides.
"Ok, I guess, some guy named Matthew bumped into me.  He seems nice," I shrugged, even though he seemed more than nice, and my heart was still fluttering.
"Matthew Jones? Yeah. He's on track.  We went to middle school together.  I had a crush on him, but we were best friends, so..."
I giggled, imagining them, playing dolls, or having sleepovers.
Matt seemed so... different than bubbly little Lizzie.  Matt seemed... important somehow, like he was the real shizz.
"Really?" I asked, trying to slow down for her.
"Yeah," she said, out of breath. "I was convinced we were going to be BFFs forever. Then we came here, and, well, me met Trever Johnson Campian, and joined the track team.  And the rest is history."
I remembered TJ, and their bro exchange.
"Oh," I said. "Sorry."
"It's alright, I found some other friends," Lizzie laughed. "And now I have you too."
My heart was growing for this girl.  She was so tiny, and so adorable, it was hard to believe she was over 13, let alone a sophmore.
By this time we had reached History class.
We chose seats derectly next to eachother, and we talked until the class started
Until the teacher came.