Ava nods, because she's actually a very bad liar and she's afraid of slipping up. Sitting in the back is of course her customary location in any given classroom, that part isn't the lie. But she isn't actually in his English class at all, and hadn't wanted to correct him, worried that'd be the end of the conversation and she'd lose the attention of the cute boy, on of the first students to actually really notice her. She gives an awkward twirl of the end of her pigtail around one of her nervous fingers.

"Oh, I just started this last month." One of the few personal details she can freely share, though it does come with a cover story just in case. "I-" she pauses, looks back at her locker. "I'm having some troubles," she admits, poking at the lock. The frustrating thing is that Ava isn't bad with locks at all, she could easily disable it and get inside in all sorts of different ways... that she's been forbidden to display. "If you... help me," she suggests quietly, "maybe we can. Walk together...?"

The back of her mind is a tangle of mental protests. Not only is she lying, she's setting herself up to miss her next actual class. Setting herself up to potentially be caught. She ignores them. Just smiles.