Matchmaker

Why Lockers...

Once Candy's and my clothes were dry, we headed into the building. "You're new right?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, rummaging through my messenger bag for my schedule.
"It should be here somewhere..." Candy was suspiciously quiet, so I looked over at her. She was holding a piece of paper and grinning at me as usual. I squinted, and realized the paper she was holding was my schedule.
"How did you do that?" I asked as I reached for the paper. Candy just giggled.
"We have the same homeroom!"

"Now..." I mumbled, searching for where it said where my locker was. "Ah-ha! Here it is. Locker #1264," I looked up at Candy. "Do you know where that is?" She nodded.
"Oooh, you're lucky!" she said as she walked down the hallway.
"Why is that?" I wondered.
"You'll see!" Candy answered and headed up a flight of stairs. Rows and rows of lockers stretched out in front of them. I was immediately lost, but Candy walked through the row took a right, and pointed to a locker.
"How will i ever remember where it is..?" I thought. I looked at my paper and entered my combination. The locker clanged, but didn't open.
"Here, let me try," Candy offered. She tugged at the door.
"Uh, Candy..." *Bang* The door flew off of one of the hinges and was hanging around like a loose tooth. Candy giggled nervously.
"I... think I'll go get help now..." She turned around and fled towards the administration office.

"At least she got it open..." I mumbled to myself. I noticed several students staring, but decided to ignore them. I placed a couple of books into my locker and some random crap I bought at Target. A mirror, some dangly things, and a little basket... for pencils I guess? I kinda closed my locker door, just so it would cover the inside. I noticed someone rummaging through the locker next to mine.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked. The person stood up, and I swear bright red blush covered my entire face. He was the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen.