Bo's Side

Oh boy, where do we start? First of all, both of us were completely different people; he was an outcast while I was considered a semi-well known person. He was a bench-warmer for the football team and rarely saw the other side of the field during a game. I, on the other hand, hanged out with my fellow reporters for the school and saw most of the field in one game than he did in one season. Knowing every walks of life there is to know at the school; from the guys and girls with their game faces on to the fine art lovers to the smart people and the by passers, I was a well-rounded person.

You can't really consider him to be a by passer or a smart person. He was smart, but not a geek. He struggled here and there, but he felt he didn't quite fit in. I felt placed on a pedestal and everyone was waiting for my next move, something I was very afraid of. Question is, how does a semi-well known reporter and a football nobody meet? It so happens we were together in the right place at the wrong time. There's a secret we both share though the answers aren't clear.

It so happened we were taking a field trip through the woods. For some reason, I was paying real close attention to him. Was it the fact he dressed to impress without even trying? Was it how his brown hair and green brown eyes seemed to fit with his green sweater, dark blue straight legged jeans, and brown/black boots and being in the forest, he seemed to fit right in? Or was it just the fact that he and I were stuck to be partners? Yup, I think that's why. Considering the fact everyone had their friends to be partners with and even though everyone knew me, I was not the most popular girl in school, not even by a long shot. So I sort of waited until everyone picked their partner and got settled with him. I didn't mind. I don't know if he did.

Roger's Side

Being an outcast isn't easy, or fun. And when we got to our destination and had to pick a partner for our field trip, I felt even more so. But when she walked over to me, I don't know how I felt but it sort of felt that I finally fit in. But then I realized that everyone else was taken, I felt as if I was second best or the last kid to get picked on. She smiled that smile everyone talked about; showing her pretty white teeth, her full pink lips spread over and under her teeth. Boy was she pretty. Her dark eyes, dark hair, mildly tanned complexion, her white smile. She was shorter than me but none the less, she was cute. But why did she pick me? Everyone judge me for being different. I usually kept to myself and no one bothered to talk to me even though I am on the football team. And she was popular. I guess she needed someone smart to copy off from, I don't know. I usually am paired up with people like that.

Bo's side

Alright, I'll admit it, he's pretty cute. He wasn't exactly the number one hot guy at school but he was really cute. But today he looked exceptionally cute, I don't even know why. But just standing there smiling isn't going to get me anywhere. So why not start the conversation? Everyone says I have initiative and that's why I am a great reporter since I am the first to jump into action.

"Hi", I politely greeted him.

"H…hi me?" he asked, stuttering over his words.

"Yeah", I smiled as he seemed star-struck or something. "I'm Bo, what's your name?" I asked him.

"Um, hi, my name is…uh Roger", he answered, stammering.

"Nice to meet you, Roger", I replied still smiling at him.

"If you picked me to be your partner because you wanted to copy off me and slack off, you picked the wrong guy", he answered. I stood wide-eyed.

"Uh, no I didn't pick you because I wanted to slack off", I answered, looking at him in shock. My face turned red and looked away. So much for being nice.

Roger's Side

Her face grew red but I bet mine was going red and blue. Great, just great. Why the heck did you say that out loud?! She was trying to be nice and you blow her off! Smooth man, smooth! Then you wonder why no one hangs out with you! If having the biggest mouth in the world was a sport, I would win a gold medal hands down. I can't believe I said that.

"Hey Bo, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I've always gotten stuck with the people who slack off and get my answers. I just thought that would be you", I tried to explain. She looked at me.

"So you judge me before you get to know me?", she answered in a very as-a-matter-of-the-fact voice, turning her head away from me. Great, strike two.

"No, that's not what I meant", I stuttered. Oh God, you're making it worse! "I mean…you know…no one really picks on me for anything but then you come to me…and my first thought was your pretty smile and…"

"Wait, you think my smile is pretty?" she interrupted me, looking at me, cocking one eyebrow up.

OH NO! Now you really have done it! "Yeah, I mean, everyone has a pretty smile but yours is exceptionally pretty", I blabbered on. I could feel my cheeks turn red and I felt sick to my stomach.

"If you are trying to make up for what you said, it's not going to work. But if you are saying it because it's the truth, then I'll accept it as a compliment", she answered, smiling. Oh man, that smile is to die for! She's really pretty!

"It is the truth", I answered rather quickly, "but it's also to make up for what I said. I didn't mean it."

"Well, I can't really stay mad at you since we just met, so I'll forgive you", she answered.

"Can we start over and pretend this didn't happen?" I asked her, outstretching my hand to her.

She paused and looked at my hand. She's going to say no, I can tell.

Bo's Side

Ok, maybe he didn't mean it; I can't really stay mad at him since I just met him. And he's offering to start over again. It would be very bad of me to not forgive him and start over. What do I have to lose? Besides, he's shy and alone. Does he have any friends? He sure doesn't seem to act as if he does.

Looking at his outstretched hand, I noticed how perfectly smooth they were. Oh great, now you're checking him out? Focus, Bo.

"Sure, we can start again", I answered, taking my hand and placing it over his. The second I did so, there was an electric shock running from my palm to arm to my brain. We jumped but our hands didn't seem to release each other.

"Ouch", I said, after my hand let go off his. I looked at my hand and it seemed normal but I felt it burning.

Roger's Side

The moment she placed her hand over mine, a shot of heat and coldness spread from the palm of my hand and raced through my arm to my brain. It hurt a lot. When we finally released hands, I held my hand in the other and cradled it. I looked at it and it seemed untouched and unaffected by the impact of heat. Lifting my view to look at Bo, her hand was cradled in her other hand and she blew on it, as if to die down the flames that were invisible. She looked at me and there was a shocked face staring at me. Well buddy, you are out of strikes so that means you are out! Yay…