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Ben was on his way to class when he saw her. The new girl. All those cheesy girl movies where the new girl shows up and is stunning that he totally didn't watch because he was too edgy for that came to mind. Or would if he watched them, which he didn't. She was looking around anxiously and the principle with a hand on her shoulder pointed her in the right direction. Ben kept out of sight, he did not have a hall pass. She walked on in the pointed direction for a while before turning a corner. He nearly bumped into her, she was lying in wait. "Why are you following me?" She asked.
"You looked lost." He replied.
"And what, you wanted to help?" She asked with a laugh.
"No I wanted to watch you struggle." He replied with a smirk.
"What are you? Some kind of sadist?"
"Only a masochist would ask that." He countered.
"That's entirely untrue." She faltered. "Whatever. Do you know where room...305 is?"
"Third floor." He replied.
"Obviously. But the doors don't have numbers over them." She said turning to walk up the stairs.
"So how will you solve this mystery?"
"I could ask someone else." She began ascending the stairs. He followed. "Hot or cold?" She reached the top of the stairs and pointed.
"I believe in you." He smirked. Huffing she began walking to the left until she saw a boy at the water fountain.
"Excuse me, where is room 305?" She asked him. He stood up and looked between the two, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"There." He pointed.
"What a killjoy." Ben huffed and crossed his arms. "Go away Finn." The boy, apparently Finn, scurried off. She turned to Ben and smirked.
"Shouldn't you be in class or something?" She asked.
"I could ask you the same thing." He countered, following her to the door she was pointed to. And just like that she was gone. Swallowed by the door to the classroom. A class he was not in. He sighed, his little mouse had gotten away. At lunch he looked for her, but she arrived late. He couldn't wave her over to sit with him because that would be way uncool, not that he cared what others thought of him. He was relieved when she sat at his table anyway.
"What do you have for lunch edge lord?" She asked leaning over to look at his tray.
"Edge lord?" He laughed.
"Would you prefer Peter?" She asked. He furrowed his brow. "Leader of lost boys. Peter pan. Wears green tights." She said taking a fry from his plate. He swatted her hand but she'd already stolen it.
"Does that make you a lost boy or Wendy?" He asked.
"Depends on if you want to marry my child or make me your child." She laughed.
"You could just ask for my name." He slid his tray closer for her to reach and she took another fry, twirling it thoughtfully.
"Something emo probably, like Death Lord with a 3 for the e and a slash through the o." She laughed.
"What if I said I didn't like my real name?" He asked.
"Name yourself." She shrugged.
"I wouldn't name myself something as dumb as D3ath Lørd." He laughed.
"Then you suggest something." She took another fry and looked around the room. "Why do you sit alone?"
"You can sit somewhere else if you want. This is the loner table." He shrugged.
"We can be alone together." She grinned and gave him a thumbs up.
"That's not the idea." He shook his head with a chuckle. "Well what's your name?"
"You can't steal my name." She looked at him with wide eyes.
"I'll name you something dumb if you don't tell me." He warned. She debated a moment before sighing.
"Rey...How about I go by Ren." He offered.
"Ren doesn't sound like a first name." She said.
"Are we on a first name basis?" He smirked.
"Well I don't have a last name so I guess we have to be." She shrugged.
"Who doesn't have a last name?" He asked crossing his arms.
"An orphan." She smiled without emotion at him.
"I guess I really am Peter Pan. You're my little lost boy." He smiled at her. "Do you want the rest of these?" He picked up the thing of fries.
"I don't want your pity fries." She huffed.
"Don't think so highly of yourself little mouse, I'm going to throw them away." He stood with his tray. Her eyes went wide and she snatched the fries away. He laughed and dumped the rest of his tray.
"I'm not a mouse." She huffed when he got back.
"The lost boys had animal names. Would you rather be skunk?"
"You could just call me Rey." She grumbled around her mouth full of fries.
"Not if you're going to call me Peter Pan."
"Come up with a name then." She stood and left. Lunch wasn't even over yet, he was amazed by her, not that he intended to tell her that.