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“Hey.” I say, punching him lightly on the shoulder.

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I laugh, “What? You know it’s true."
“Yeah, I know.” I say, grinning as I shove a few books into my locker, which sits right next Joseph's.
“See you at lunch.” I say, closing my locker.
Unfortunately we don’t have any classes together, not a single one, but we have lunch together so that’s enough.
I close my locker and head to class. Upon reaching the room I take my usual seat towards the back right corner. I take a deep breath and remember what happened this morning, that boy.
I don’t know how people feel when they meet their soul mate, having never told anyone other than Joseph I’ve never had the chance to ask.
So I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, my situation must be drastically different than other people’s. Although I certainly don’t love him, I love Joseph, I doubt that will ever change.
Now some people claim there’s a thing called fate. And what happens next proves that, if fate exists, he or she has a cruel sense of humor.
“Class, this is Brennan Hayes, our new student.” Mrs. Harbor says, gesturing at the boy standing before us.
He has messy black hair and brown eyes, that remind me just a little of my piano teachers crazy cat. Lacking the certain unsteadiness the cat does his eyes are the same bright brown.
“Charlotte you’ll be showing Brennan around today.”
“Crap.” I mutter under my breath, today is going to be a very long day.
“Okay so the library is over there, the gym is right there, and the pools are that way.” I say, pointing the various directions, eager to get this over with.
“In a hurry to get somewhere?” I ask, smiling.
“Something like that.” I mutter. “Anyways I have to get to lunch, you confident you wont get lost?” I ask, Brennan.
“Um, sure.” I say, but she's walking away before I've even finished my sentence.
I hurry down the hall. When I get into the cafeteria I walk over to the table that Joseph and I normally sit at. He and our other friend are already sitting there.
“Hey, Char.” I say.
“Char?” I ask.
“My new Charlotte approved nickname for her.” I explain.