C12 Twelve

"Hi Charlie," an arrogant voice interrupts my daydreaming.

"What do you want Zach?" I ask annoyed, closing my locker, and staring at him.

"I heard about New Year's, such a shame, isn't it?" he smirks, looking around the crowded hallway.

"Yeah, a real damn shame," I answer sarcastically, "What do you want?" I ask again, trying to subtly look for any of my friends