The sound of someone next to Harper shook him from his thoughts. He turned to Lorenzo blinking twice to get his eyes back in focus. How long was he standing at his locker? Harper wore a blank expression as he looked Lorenzo up and down. "Judging by the fact that you can't seem to find your locker I'm assuming you are new to the country, the school or both. If so welcome to hell." Harper sighed. "Listen, I hope you are not planning to start any crap. Don't take offense, but you look like the one to cause trouble, and within the first few seconds of knowing you I've already determined you are a complete ass. Trust me the people in this school will tear you to shreds. Not physically, but socially, it hurts a lot more than a beat down. " Harper smiled a bit remembering that Lorenzo spoke Italian. "You're not the only one who speaks Italian. Godetevi la vostra giornata." Without waiting for a response he shut his locker and headed for his first period making sure to bump shoulders with Lorenzo as he passed. This guy looked like competition and he wanted to make sure he stayed a nobody. It was time to ask a favor from the gossip queen.