The Outsider-Chapter 3

"My n-name's..." I stuttered like a fool trying to remember my name.
"Yes?" he answered with a sort of smug look on his face.
Before I finished my sentence like an idiot, I composed myself and said with complete confidence, "My name is Suzanne Bethany Lee, thank you very much." I'm not sure where that sarcastic attitude came from, but I wasn't used to people talking to me as if I were the one looking stupid. I hope he didnt think of me as a stuck up brat who gets everything she wants. Not to mention his green eyes seemed to burn a hole into mine. It was like all at once his presence made me feel so strong but at the same time very vulnerable. There was defnitely something strange about this kid.
While all of this was running through my mind, I hadnt noticed him staring at me so intensely.
"So you say your name is Suzanne Lee? I hear you show the new students around."
I smiled (I hope he didnt notice my blushing).
"Do all new students get treated this way?"
By this time I realized that staying quiet was not an option.
"Um, yes that's correct. Please, forgive me for being so incredibly rude. Let me reintroduce my self the proper way: Hi, I'm Suzanne Lee. You can call me Suzie or Anne, or whatever I dont really mind. Welcome to Confederate High School." I could tell by his facial expression that he wasnt sure what had just happened with this newfound kindess, but that he was willing to except it.
So I looked at his schedule, showed him to all of his classes, and showed him where his locker was. Turns out we were in the same grade, had a few classes together, and our lockers weren't right next to each other, but in the same hallway. There's only so much room a high school of less than 1,000 kids. Confederate High probably had somewhere between 850-900 students, most of which were freshmen and sophomores.
Around lunch time, since I'm the courteous hostess, I asked Caleb if he'd like to eat lunch with me. When he agreed, I felt a surge of excitement run through my veins (what is wrong with me?!?! I never act like this!). We walked through the line, got the oh-so-yummy cafeteria food, and headed for the courtyard, which was outside. Caleb started heading for the tables, but before he had a chance to ask why, he followed me to a tree in the back corner. I sat down at the little table behind the giant live oak.
"Why arent you sitting with the rest of the students?" he asked me.
"You have no idea where you live now, do you Caleb Grant?" I said in that same sarcastic tone (which I must stop, because if I dont, I'll be alone forever!).
"Uh...I guess not. Care to explain?"
I let out a sigh and told him to sit down. Over the course of lunch I pretty much recited the town's history, just as I've heard it hundreds-if not thousands-of times.