Maya's POV

A new girl sat in the second row of Mr. Perino's classroom. Miles sat next to her, myself in front of him, and Tristan sat next to me. Mr. Perino began calling out names for attendance. The scratching of new girl's calligraphy pen against her notebook filled the room. I covered the annoying noise with a whisper gossip session with Tristan.

"I thought the only newbies came with us to Paris." I told him. His only response was a shrug of his shoulders.

Miles leaned over his desk towards my shoulder, "Maybe she's not taking french. Ever think of that?" He asked with his natural cocky demeanor.

I turned to my head towards him and rolled my eyes.

"Miles Hollingsworth?" Announced Perino. Miles raised a hand up to show he was here. "Camryn Jacobs?"

Calligraphy girl finally put her noisy pen down. "I actually go by Cam if that's okay."

At that second, the room was absolutely silent, all eyes turned towards Camryn.

Camryn's POV

"I actually go by Cam if that's okay." Is all I said. I say it every year, to all my teachers. What's the big deal about it now?

All eyes in the classroom were turned towards me. Well, all except the two guys sitting on the left of me. I think their names are Miles and Winston. They seemed just as confused as I was.

"U-umm," I stuttered with nerves, "Does Canada not do nicknames or something?" I joked.

The girl that sat in front of Miles turned to look at me, "About four months ago, a boy named Cam killed himself here."

The color drained from my face, and I think I might have actually felt my heart crack. I swallowed hard before speaking, "You know, Camryn's fine."

The teacher continued attendance and the only thought that went through my mind was, I am such an ass.

Maya's POV

As soon as the bell to end homeroom rang Camryn was out the door. I wanted to talk to her but by the time I got to the hallway she was nowhere to be found. Tristan and I walked down the hall on our way to geometry.

"C'mon Chewy!" Came an obnoxious voice from behind us. "She's cute!"

"Miles, just shut up." Winston walked up to Tristan and I. "My god he can be annoying some times."

"Who is he saying is cute?" I asked, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

"The new chick, Camryn." Winston sighed, "He wants me to ask her out."

Tristan and I's face lit up, "You should!" we both exclaimed.

He just rolled his eyes at us. "I have to get to biology." he said as he walked away in the other direction.

As Trist and I turned the corner to go to our class, we saw Camryn sitting on the bench outside the zen garden, looking at what appeared to be a map of Degrassi.

"Hey!" I greeted as I sat down next to her, "What are you doing?"

Camryn put the map down in frustration. "I'm trying to find my next class. Trying and failing to be exact. This school is so much bigger than my old one back in the states."

"We can show you to your class if you'd like." Tristan said. "We know how scary it is to get lost in Degrassi."

Camryn smiled as her and I got off the bench. "Thanks, that means a lot." She said, "I have geometry with Armstrong next."

Tristan and I exchanged looks, "Perfect, so do we."

We walked a few doors down the hall until we reached Armstrong's classroom. The three of us sat in the back of the classroom. Tristan and I in the second to last row, Camryn right behind me. I looked at the clock to see we still had five minutes before class started. I turned around to see Camryn's head in her hands.

"Hey," I tapped her forearm, "You okay?"

Camryn revealed her face, "I've gone by Cam my entire life. I tell my teachers that every year and there's never been a problem. But of course, the first time I go to a new school, the first thing out of my mouth is, 'I go by the name of the dead kid.' My god, I'm such an ass."

Trist and I looked at each other. I couldn't help but smile.

"You think you're an ass?" I chuckled, "A few days after it happened they did this candle light ritual thing in his honor. They asked me to speak and when I got up there, all I could say was, 'This is so stupid.' and 'It was a stupid thing of him to do.' You didn't know, don't worry about it."

Camryn stared at me in shock. "Why did they ask you to speak?"

I fiddled with my fingers. "I was his girlfriend." For the second time today I watched as all the color drained out of Camryn's face. "I even made a video of me making out with some random guy at a party, like, a week after he died." Camryn stared at me in awkward silence. "Yeah, I didn't handle it all that well." I said with a chuckle.

The bell rang and a few stray students rushed into the classroom. Mr. Armstrong started attendance and Camryn went back to her calligraphy writing. Glancing back, it seemed like she started a new page every time I saw her.

"What are you writing?" I asked curiously.

Camryn covered her writing with her hand, "Nothing." she said shyly, "I just write."

I nodded my head, "Alright then.. Do you write fiction? Like, stories and stuff?" I asked.

Camryn nodded her head, "Yeah, I've loved writing since I was little." She told me, "I'm actually in grade eleven writing this year."

My eyes widened, "That's awesome!"

"Camryn Jacobs?" announced Mr. Armstrong.

"Oh, I actually go by..." Camryn started but soon hesitated. "Nothing, I don't go by anything."

Camryn and I looked at each other and held in a laugh

"We'll find you a new nickname." I assured her. She smiled as she rolled her eyes at me and continued writing.

Tristan tapped my arm to get my attention. "So what are you gonna do about Miles?" he asked giddy as could be.

I sighed, "I have no idea. He's just so cocky."

"I know, that's part of his charm." He explained.

"Maya Matlin?" I waved my hand to show Mr. Armstrong I was there. And Tristan did the same after me.

Just before his name was called he walked through the classroom door. The boy I completely forgot about while in Paris. The boy that made me start to feel better after Cam.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Armstrong." He apologized.

Mr. Armstrong waved him in to the room, "Let's just not make a habit of it Mr. Novak. You can take a seat in the back next to Camryn."

I turned and saw Camryn wave to show who she was.

Now I really had no idea what I was going to do about Miles.

Camryn's POV

As Mr. Armstrong was calling out names for attendance a boy walked through the door and apologized for being late. A rather cute boy.

"Let's just not make a habit of it Mr. Novak." Armstrong suggested. "You can take a seat in the back next to Camryn."

I waved to him so he knew who Camryn was and tried to keep my heart beat down as he walked towards me. I'm always really bad at talking to cute boys.

"Hi, I'm Camryn," I greeted as he sat down.

He smiled at me, "I'm Zig."