Cris

"Grrr, I hate mornings," I thought as my alarm rang for the third time. The glowing numbers read 6:15.

"Uhg." Crawling out of bed I accidentally kicked Sky, my Siberian husky/German shepherd mix. "Sorry, girl," I mumbled to her as I shuffled toward the bathroom. Sky looked at me indignantly with pale blue eyes and rolled over burying her head into the blankets of my bed. I shrugged and turned on the bathroom light.

I blinked in the dazzling light. The bathroom's white walls reflected the light making it appear brighter. Stripping out of my pajamas I turned on the water. It was cold.

"Great." Cold water did not improve my morning mood. I waited shivering for a few more seconds before checking the water again. Warm water peppered my skin and I hopped in. Soon the warm water became hot, waking me up far much better than the annoying alarm.

Eventually I got out, bushed my teeth and changed into my normal jeans, red converses, and layered shirts. This time it was a dark red long sleeve tee under a black short sleeve shirt.

I looked in the mirror, wandering what I should do with my hair. Its two toned blonde strands hung in damp clumps around my slightly rosy cheeks. It matched my eyes. I always liked my eyes; they were, in my opinion, a gorgeous brown

I glanced at the clock to see if I had time to dry it. It read 6:45.

"Dmn," I cursed under my breath. I had five minutes. It would wake up Dave anyway. My uncle Dave had taken me in a year ago after a drunk driver killed both my parents. However, I never thought that he particularly loved me, liked me sure. And Dave, never having a steady girlfriend, did not get things like bow drying hair.

I hurriedly brushed through my hair until it became an even damp curtain around my face. Looking again at the clock I cursed for the second time this morning. The bus would be here any minute and it never waited. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my coat and school bag; I would have to buy my lunch again at school.

I sprinted out to the bus stop, trying not to slip on the icy road, just in time to see the yellow school bus pull out of sight.

"Dmn, why is it always like this," I cursed again, kick the ground. My foot hit a patch of black ice and losing my balance I fell hard on my back.

I sat there stunned for several moments then started to cry. I hadn't cried since my parents died and it surprised me, but nevertheless I cried. I hated my life in Montana. Why couldn't it stay winter break forever so I wouldn't have to worry about missing the bus, or school or what people thought of me at school? I hated school, I hated my classes, and everybody at school hated me. I was the outcast with one friend who was just as an outcast as me. Why couldn't I be popular like I was at my old school in New Jersey?

I'm not sure how long I sat there crying, but the world around me slowly grew lighter as the sun rose behind snow-laden clouds. I could no longer feel my body, though I was probably frozen to the ground. I had no idea how I'd get to school. My uncle always hated getting up to take me. And I had no idea a boy had been watching me until he taped me on the shoulder.

I looked up, startled; I hadn't even heard him approach. He stared down at me with piercing blue eyes. They were bluer than I had ever seen, a tempest of sapphire and cobalt encased in an almond shaped lid.

"Are you okay? He asked anxiously as he saw my puffy red eyes. His voice melted over me like warm honey.

"Oh…um…yeah" I stuttered back. Quickly I wiped my face on the cold sleeve of my jacket and pushed my frozen hair out of my face.

"Do you need a ride?" Again his voice stunned me and I was just barley able to answer, "Yes." He reached out his black gloved hand, I took it and he pulled me up as if I was a rag doll. The leather was soft and it felt kind of old though it looked almost brand new. He saw me looking at his hand and quickly let go of mine.

"C'mon, my cars over here. And try not to slip on any more ice." He looked at me again, a small smile twitched at what I could only describe as a perfect mouth. He turned away promptly and definitely gracefully walked toward a shiny dark blue Mercedes. It looked brand new. I wondered how he had managed to buy it. His family would have to be rich, but why would they live here of all places? They could live in someplace nicer like Florida or Arizona not, this cold, ice pit of Montana.

"You coming?" he asked when he saw I had not followed him.

"Um… Yeah" I hurried down the street toward him, then made the mistake of looking up into his face. His features were faultless, a straight nose, slightly high cheekbones, though not unnatural. His skin was pale, almost white, however, it did not have an unhealthy look to it. And his hair, I loved it. Copper highlights ran through a darker brown and it played delicately across his face.

Not paying attention to the icy ground, I slipped. I waited to hit the ground but the hard concrete never came. I looked up to see the boy had caught me. But he had been like four feet away. How'd he get over here to catch me? Maybe he had already been walking toward me.

"You should really be more careful next time." He said, another smile yanking at his lips as he set me on my feet. Then he looked down at me again and started, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, my name is Kyle Grey." He looked expectantly at me. It wasn't until then that I remembered that I hadn't known his name and me hadn't known mine.

"Oh, I'm Cris Rivers." Why hadn't I asked his name? I mentally kicked myself; I was about to get in a car with I guy I didn't even know. At least I should have asked his name. I looked cautiously up at him again. He stared straight ahead though his dark eyebrows were furrowed in thought.

We had reached his car and he opened the passenger door for me. I stepped in and was awed. Never before had I been in such a nice car. The seats were a dark leather and extremely comfortable. There were so many dials and buttons on the dashboard I didn't know what controlled what. The windows were tinted almost black, even the front window was tinted though not as dark as the others.

Kyle had walked around the car and was now getting into the drivers seat next to me. I still couldn't believe I had gotten into a car with what had to be the hottest guy ever.

"I didn't know you lived here. Did you just move?" I asked him trying to start a conversation.

"Yeah, my family moved here right after Christmas. My father, Mark Grey, is one of the new teachers at the high school."

"Really, what's he teach," I asked though I already knew the answer. Our European history teacher had had some health issues before winter break and would not be returning for the rest of the school year.

"European history," Kyle replied, grinning at me as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Oh, cool," I smiled shyly back then shivered. I'd forgotten how cold I was after sitting for ages out on the ice. Seeing my shiver Kyle swiftly turned a knob or two here and there on the dashboard and pushed a button and warm air filled the car.

We drove for a couple more minutes in silence. I least I assumed we were moving because it did not feel like it. The Mercedes was incredibly quiet and smooth even when the roads were not. I leaned against the window and let my mind wander. I wondered if Kyle was in any of my classes. Our school was small, so there was a pretty good chance he would be if he were a junior, my grade.

"Hey." The soft voice made me jump. I blinked started out of my daydreaming. "We're here." Kyle opened his door and a fresh breeze of cold air rushed in.

Wow that seemed fast. I looked at the clock it read 7:30. I blinked again in surprise. I was sure we were going to be late. It takes almost twenty minute to reach the high school from my house, yet I still had almost fifteen minutes till advisory. I turned to open the door but Kyle was already there opening it. I blushed. Never in my life had I met a guy like him.

"Do you think you can make it to the door without slipping?" My cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and I felt heat radiating from them.

"Yeah, I think so." I replied barley managing to climb out of his car.

"Well, I think not," he stated dazzling me again with his smile. He must have seen my struggle to get out of the car. I glanced up at his perfect face and saw a decision being made in his brilliant sapphire eyes. Kyle reached over and grabbed my hand. His leather-clad hand gripped mine with incredible power yet the touch was extremely gentle. He led me up to a side entrance of the school, holding my hand yet not touching any other part of my body.

Once we were inside he turned toward me and said, " I got to pick up my schedule. See you later." He let go of my hand, moving his gloved hand up to the side of my face and ever so slightly brushed my cheekbone, then turned and disappeared.

I stood frozen to the spot. His touch had sent strange tingles down my spine. My head was spinning. I stood there for several more seconds maybe minutes, trying to control my heart, which was currently beating erratically. People who passed me stared curiously, but none stopped. Finally I felt like I could move again.

I hurried to my locker, still thinking about his touch, and yanked it open. I haphazardly switched my books for my first period class, English. I had to checking my bag several times to see if I had the right books and folders. My mind did not roam from Kyle. My abysmal luck that had been following me since my parent's death must have started to fall behind, how else would such a charming, down right gorgeous guy find me?

"Cris!" a girl yelled behind me. I turned to see one of my only friends, Kaitlyn, running towards me.

"Hey Pup, what's up," I called back. I had almost never called Kaitlyn by her name. When we first met last year she explicitly told me she hated being called Kat or Kitty, so as a joke I asked if I should call her Pup instead. Apparently she liked it cause almost nobody called her by her real name it was always Pup.

"You'll never guess," she was practically bouncing off the walls. Knowing she would spill the beans in a second I waited. And sure enough, "we've got a new kid in our advisory." I froze as solid as a statue, my heart rate increasing once again.

"Are you sure?" my voice shook with anticipation.

"Of course I'm sure I saw him and he is incredibly cute." Pup's voice jumped two octaves on the last word. "C'mon lets go meet him." She grabbed my and dragged me off toward our advisory.

Sure enough, when I stepped into the room, there he was sitting perfectly in the last seat of the row closest to us. My heart stopped in my throat as he looked up at me. Kyle grinned up at me, he dentist-perfect smile gleamed and his unbelievably sapphire eyes sparkled.

"Cris…Cris," Pup was yanking my sleeve, "C'mon, lets sit down." Unwillingly I permitted her to lead me to two seats in the front. "Girl, are you okay?"

"Oh…um…yeah I think so,"

"He's still looking at you. He definitely likes you." I blushed again and pulled a book out of my bag sinking my face into it, anxiously waiting for the bell to ring.

I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck, but I refused to turn around. Though concentrating on my book The Great and Terrible Beauty was almost impossible, but thankfully Pup left me alone.

Finally the bell rang, a high trill that sounded nothing like a bell. I stuffed my book into my bag and darted to the door, and to English. I saw Kyle still looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

English was a bore and usual, my teacher, Mrs. Jones, droned on about some poem in a monotone voice that put many students asleep. I was sketching as usual; this time it was two wolves playing with each other. I had just finished the out lines and small details when the bell rang. I grabbed my bag and back to my locker to switch my books.

My eyes were down cast staring at my drawing. Something was not right with it, one wolf looked out of proportion, though I wasn't sure what needed to be changed. As I turn the corner at my locker I saw Kyle standing casually next to it.

I blinked then blushed. Oh why did I have to blush? For a half a second I thought of skipping my locker and going straight to math, but then that thought was gone. Kyle looked up as I approached.

"Hey, Cris." His voice melted through me and I knew there was no way I could avoid him. In fact I wasn't even sure why I thought about avoiding him. My cheeks burned I walked right to my locker and tugged it open. I could feel his arm brush mine sending a delightful chill down my body. My mine buzzed even more than it had the first time I had been in close proximity with him.

"Hi," I said breathlessly; quickly I knelt down to switch my books. Math…math. I had to keep reminding myself. All my mind wanted to think about was the gorgeous guy that stood next to me. Finally I could not delay any longer and stood up.

"How was your class?" he asked, smiling, a hand brushed a string of hair out of my face. I could have sworn he smelled it.

"It was fine, boring as usual." I wanted to head toward math but a couldn't move.

"What's this?" He grabbed the doodle out of my hand.

"Oh… it's what I did in English," I said blushing once again. Would my cheeks ever run out of blood?

"It's really good." Kyle threw me one of his most gorgeous smiles.

"No, it's not, the wolf on top is totally out of proportion."

"Yeah, the head is too small." I stared at him, never in my life had someone see my drawings and actually agreed that there was something wrong. I grabbed the drawing back from him and stared at it. Yup, he was right, the top wolf's head was too small.

"Um… I probably should be going," the bell was about to ring, though I didn't want to leave Kyle's side. Kyle glanced at the clock across the hall and nodded. I began to turn away when he grabbed my arm. I could feel his cold fingers through my shirt. It felt amazingly good. Kyle pulled me around to face him; he gazed deeply into my eyes. I could see some decision was being made and he reached up again with a delicate white hand and brushed my hot cheek.

"I'll see you in history," he murmured into my ear then was gone. I stood unable to move, the chill left by his fingers still ran up and down my back. I no longer had control of my thoughts. My brain took me on wild fantasies for several seconds before the bell rang.

"Sht," I cursed under my breath; I was late. I hurried down the hall to math and quickly took my seat next to Pup. Thankfully it was close to the door and the class was still in chaos.

"What took you so long," Pup inquired at seeing my blushed face. I gave her the 'I'll tell you later' look and started to pull out my homework, while our teacher, Ms. Malko tried to bring the class to order. She explained what we were doing to day then gave us a worksheet to work on. We were allowed to work in partners, so Pup and I scooted our desks together.

Nearby us sat Nichole Darrel and her most annoyingly popular friends. I groaned, I hated Nichole; she took what ever chance she could to torment me. And this was the perfect situation. The classroom was fairly loud and Ms. Malko rarely paid attention to what people were talking about.

I waited for an insult about my hair or clothes to be thrown at me, but it never came. I glanced over, trying to here what they were talking about.

"Did you see him?" asked a girl with straight dark brown hair, I thought her name was Emily.

"OMG! Yeah I did, isn't he the hottest guy you've ever seen," Replied Nichole, flipping her white blonde hair behind her shoulder.

"You should so ask him out Nikki," said the third girl, Sara.

I groaned, blocking out the rest of their conversation, Of course they were talking about Kyle. I glanced over at Pup; being a good student that she was, she had finished half the worksheet already. Hurriedly, I glanced over to copy her answers.

"You know Cris, you'll never learn if you always copy off of me," Pup said as she finished to last problem and pushed her paper across to me.

"Well, you are the one who lets me," I countered. She sighted and started to doodle shapes on the cover of her notebook.

"Sooo… why was Kyle at your locker," Pup asked carefully after I handed her back her worksheet.

"Oh…uh, he just wanted to say hi," I stuttered out a little to fast.

"Oh, come on. It was definitely more than that. I mean you didn't see him staring at you during advisory." My tongue was stuck; I didn't know what to say. Thankfully just then the bell rang and I hurried out.

A/N

Hey thanks for reading. this is my first romance story. i hope its good

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