Saul couldn't help but giggle like a school girl; she was utterly adorable. A few of his friends looked at him like he had just ripped off the girl's head or something. He hardly noticed though, "If you're sleeping in homeroom, she'll be mad. So, where did you transfer from?" His friend poked his head over Saul's shoulder and grinned cheekily, "Nice socks, you pull them off the Wicked Witch of the West?" The guys nearby laughed, but Saul shook his head, giving him a glare, "Knock it off you guys, leave her be."