Impossible Odds: The Argument

Chloe slammed her locker door shut and started to walk to her class. She heard laughing behind her and rolled her eyes. After making sure Finn couldn't see here, she walked to her homeroom. She wished her two friends weren't still in the middle school building, but luckily it was now connected to the high school one.

She wasn't really paying attention, and when she turned around, realizing she forgot her pencil case, slammed into someone. Their books scattered. Embarassed and frustrated, she bent down to pick up her books.

"Watch where you're going," she muttered when shereached her notebook.

"Sorry," came the amused reply.

She glanced up. Standing in front of her was a boy her age, with a Ceasar style haircut, blue eyes, and olive skin.

Wow.

"You know, most people that have manners say sorry," he went on.

"Well maybe you don't deserve manners!" Chloe snapped back.

"What's your problem?" he retorted.

"Right now? You."

"Oh really? Good."

"Glad you're happy," Chloe replied sarcastically.

"Thanks."

The bell rang.

"Now you've made me late!" Chloe said loudly, annoyance growing.

"You're welcome," he called, "And I have a name!"

"Well I don't care!"

"Aaron."

"I said I don't care!" And with that she walked away.

Wait, what did he say his name was?