A confused frown flitted over Abby's features as Luke brought up the history teacher, taking her schedule from him gently, her fingers brushing against his slightly rough hands. A slight shock traveled through her fingertips, causing a slight gasp to escape as she quickly jerked her hand back. Looking at her own fingers, Abby quickly dismissed it as a shock of friction and stuffed her now folded schedule into her back pocket. With a quick shrug of her shoulder, the backpack slid further onto her shoulder and Abby quickly followed after Luke.<br/><br/>"Oh. Your team was the one my team beat in the nationals last year. Yeah, you need a new team captain. I was the team captain in my old school, but my dad dragged me out here." Abby answered his question, a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she let on that she did in fact play volleyball and expected to be put on the varsity team. "Try outs are next week? Well you can expect me there then. And Luke," she paused, stopping in the middle of the hall to look up at him. Abby liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, so she savored it for a few seconds before continuing, chewing a little on her bottom lip. "I expect the team captain position to be... open." she finished hesitantly for a moment before turning on her toes away from Luke.<br/><br/>"So history then. Is my teacher a woman? Do you have a crush on her? You were putting a little more attention towards my history class teacher than the class itself," Abby questioned him curiously. She hadn't bothered to take a look at her schedule. As Luke came to a stop outside a classroom, Abby stared at the closed door, completely ignoring it as female students pushed past her like she didn't exist to talk to Luke. Abby was used to be non-existent so it didn't bother her as she was pushed away from the classroom door by a small group of eager looking female students. Raising a brow as an amused smile played over her features, she noticed how all the way-too-obvious teenage girls flirted and batted their eyes at Mr. Ross.<br/><br/>Abby thought that he was extremely attractive but she wasn't interested in throwing herself at a man. Personally she thought that it was the man's job to follow after the woman and by the way these girls were acting, they just wanted to sleep with Mr. Ross more than anything else. You know, bragging rights and all that jazz. Leaning up against the wall, Abby resigned herself to waiting for the group of girls to move on before she tried to get to class. She didn't enjoy having to fight her way into a class, especially one she had originally planned to ditch in the first place.<br/><br/>The warning bell sounded over-head, making Abby look up at the speakers before back at the group of girls who were reluctantly starting to disperse. Slipping into the group, Abby decided to follow them till she found an exit. It's not like she would exactly be missed, she had yet to make any friends and she was sure Mr. Ross had better things to do than 'babysit' a new student. Mentally apologizing to Luke as she left the group, heading down a deserted hallway for the exit, for ditching, she hoped he wouldn't get into serious trouble over this.