I walked out into the snowy courtyard of the apartment buildings, just exploring the new place. My bare feet causing the snow to make a soft noise as I walked around.
I heard a voice to my right, on instinct I quickly hid and looked in that direction. The boy I had seen in the window was sitting on a bench under a tree In the far corner of the courtyard, singing.
Not seeing Him as much of a threat, I emerged from the bush and slowly walked towards him. He looked up as soon as he felt my presence.
"What are you doing?" I asked, standing few feet away from the boy.
"Nothing" he answered quickly "what are you doing?" He asked, turning the question to me.
"Nothing" I said quietly with a small shrug. He nodded and continued to stare at me as I did him.
He set his guitar aside as he crossed his arms over his chest. I continued to stand there as we both stared at each other.
"What's your name?" He asked after a moment of silence.
"Emma" I said quietly, still being cautious of the boy.
"What's yours" I asked, taking a small step forward.
"Justin" He mumbled quietly, his eyes focusing on something behind me. I turned around and see another young boy standing a few feet away.
"Aww, is Justin trying to get a girlfriend?" The boys asked, mocking Justin, instead of responding he looked down to his lap.
"Well, I doubt she'll date you, actually I doubt anyone would" He laughed and walked over to me.
"Besides she's to pretty for you" He said, putting his arm around me. I rolled my eyes and took a step away from him.
"Don't talk to him like that! He has a better chance at dating me than you do, now go, no one wants you here" I snarled, suddenly protective over the boy I had just met.
The boy rolled his eyes, but left anyway, walking into his apartment buildings.
"Who was that?" I asked in a calmer tone, turning around to face Justin.
"Ashton" He mumbled and rose from his seat on the bench. "I have to go home now, see you tomorrow?" He questioned and I shrugged.
"I don't know if we can be friends" I said quietly and he furrowed his eyebrows, hurt in his eyes.
"Why not?" He questioned as he grabbed his guitar.
"I doubt you'll want to be friends with me once you realize who I really am" I said, walking off, Ignoring his calls as I walked into the apartment building and into my new home.