"Really? That's new, I thought only the Slayer had prophetic dreams."

"I'm sorry?"

"Never mind me," she giggles. "What's your next class?"

"French. You?"

"Latin."

"I thought you didn't like languages?"

"I had to pick one, so might as well pick one that originates a lot of others."

Not that this is her original reason, but.

"See ya," he says, then proceeds to French.

Beaucoup de mots. Less boring than English. Woo!

And afterwards: lunch!

Lunch!

Theo sees Sadde in the corner, but some of the people on his team in basketball yesterday wave him over, so he goes there instead.

"Hey," he says.

Sadde's not alone in the corner! There's someone talking to her there, too. That someone doesn't notice the new boy.

"Hey," one of the people says. "This is Theo, he's new. He kicked ass yesterday in gym, if we had a basketball team he'd totally be in it."

And someone else a couple of tables away definitely notices him.

"Haha," Theo laughs, smiling and generally being charming. "Thanks. The rest of my team was pretty good too."

He doesn't notice the girl, at least not more so than from just a cursory glance.

"Brad said you want to get in the soccer team?" the same guy asks.

Someone looks up, interested.

"Oh, did he? I dunno. I was just saying I'm more a soccer guy than a football guy."

"Well, the soccer team does need more people." He extends his hand to shake. "I'm Josh, soccer team captain."

Theo reciprocates. "I mean, I can try out, but I'm not sure I'll be that good – I didn't play for a team at my old school."

"What a better time than now to try new things, then?"

"Yeah, I guess it is a pretty good opportunity. When?"

"Well, tryouts are technically done, but since you arrived this late we could probably open an exception. How about you make training this afternoon?"

"Yeah, sure!" he says, sounding enthusiastic.

"Fantastic! I'm sure you'll do great."

He smiles.

Nom. Food.