enlighten me.

as she stepped across the corridor to collect the papers the other students had scattered all over the slippery, tiled floor, he watched her from the side of the scene, leant against the radiator with an aura of attitude penetrating the air that surrounded him. He hadn't noticed this girl before, maybe she was too ordinary to notice, but now that she'd crashed into his line of vision it was strange to think he hadn't paid attention to her, she was new though, he could tell. she seemed to have 'new girl' stamped across her forehead like she'd been branded with it at birth. As she bent to scuffle up her scrunched up papers, he spared a second to look at what she was wearing. She had an authentic image, almost vintage but with a twist. Her hair was tangled, with a bandana located amidst it, it could have been the wind, but it seemed like she intended it to be this way. backbrushed. "interesting", he thought. He used bandana's as wrist ties, as disguises but strangely he liked how this suited the red haired girl. She was tall, he could see that even as her legs folded beneath her, "must be intimidating" he assumed, but it gave her an edge that he quite liked. Her fingers were long as the clawed out at the floor, and her cheeks were a little flushed where she'd come in from the cold. He knew this because her boots were still covered in snow. "Boots", he thought to himself, "she must be badass". Shifting his back where it was digging into the temperature knob on the radiator, he lowered his eyes to the buckles on her boots, smirking slightly at them. He liked metal. So did she, clearly. She had a necklace on, he could see it hanging from her pale skin, she was white even against the backdrop of the snow, " a vampire perhaps?" he joked to himself. The necklace was shaped like a button, it didn't or at least shouldn't fit with the image, but he guessed she wasn't from around here. She obviously didn't try too hard to fit in. Retreating his eyes a little, as she looked up at him from across the way, he held her stare as he fixed his eyes on her, a contrasting colour, blue on brown. He grinned slightly as she twisted her features up in a "what the fuck are you looking at?" kind of way, and dropped her head again to push herself up as people swerved round her. It was because people were dodging her huddled shape that he noticed the one person that was not. A renound clumsy idiot from the year below who was too caught up in his probably gleaming school report was tracking his way directly down her path. Pushing up from the wall casually, people stepping aside to avoid a collision, he took a few long strides, no longer being short of height himself across to her, and slid to a halt in time to hook shoulders with the moron about to trample her. He didn't know why he'd bothered really, he didn't usually have many instincts that he listened to, but the mystery surrounding this new girl intrigued him, he liked a challenge. When the two shoulders crunched against each other, he rolled his eyes to the blundering "sorry's" protruding from the boy's mouth and cocked his head to the side, an instruction to go round. Turning with a slightly smug grin, knowing now at least she owed him her name, he bent down and took a hold on her elbow, pulling her up with accurate strength. Lifting his eyes over her features like they were sifting for a fault, he watched hers attack him with annoyance at needing help.
"Casper", he introduced, folding his arms defiantely midword, his stance telling her enough about his character.
Waiting for the reply she owed him, he stood there admiring her behind the front he had on. always had on, and narrowed his eyes slightly as the mysterious smile reappeared back onto her face. before he had chance to decipher what this meant, she answered him, pushing her way past his shoulder as she did. For a new girl, her attitude almost matched his.
"Pixie", was the reply.
Spinning on his heels, he watched her weave her way confidently through the crowd, still sensing her smile through the air. He knew this couldn't be her real name, if it was she wouldnt admit to it, so he wondered what the connotation behind it was. Maybe it was what she went by. It was certainly different if nothing else.
Moving back to his previous position against the wall as he pulled an apple from his bag, twisting it between his fingers subconciously, he returned to his own thoughts, not caring about the peoples paths he was obstructing. Pixie definately wasn't her real name. She was a mystery. She was a challenge.
He was after her.