Noel Kahn had built up a reputation for himself as a party boy. After all, his parents and older brother, Eric, owned two of the most high profile party spots in and around Rosewood.
A jock had become his forte in school. Football was his sport of choice. Girls were his for the taking. It was just too hard to resist falling for his impeccable good looks, his winning and cheeky smile, and the flirtatious way he spoke to them. As if he knew them.
One night stands were his preferred method of getting to know them. If he liked one, he would keep her in his circle for a week or two, but never longer than that.
It was just too soon for him to be tied down with anyone.
Life was too short to waste.
Besides, he had his entire adult life to choose a woman to settle down with.
No girl had ever matched up to what he envisioned himself with fifty years from then.
That was until he met her.
Somehow, in the four years he had been imprisoned in that school, he had either failed to notice her, or he had been blind.
Because when he saw Victoria Jennings (Or Tori), talking animatedly to her friends. Her beautiful, silky hair flowing easily in the air conditioned school, he was enamored.
It wasn't just her looks, which would be enough to make any weaker man stumble, but it was her laugh, how it sounded like the most precious of gemstones, the way she moved her hands to illustrate her story when she spoke.
By the end of the day, after observing (or stalking) her, he squared his shoulders, tried to get back some of his self-assured confidence, and walked up to her.
She was standing in line, waiting to be let go from the school for the day. It was the perfect opportunity to formerly introduce himself to her.
"Hi," he said. "You're Tori."
"I am," she said, turning around and facing him. "And you're Noel Kahn."
"So you've heard of me?"
That was a start, at least.
"Of course. I was at one of your parties last summer."
"You-you were?"
"Yeah. You probably missed me, I was out back with my friends."
He mentally slapped himself for having missed her.
"Oh, well I was inside fooling around with the guys. Beer pong and all that."
"I got it."
Someone from her posse called her, something that made him regretful but he turned back to her with a forced smile. "I guess I'll catch you later?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
Going back home, he went up to his room, slammed and locked the door and checked his phone. Plenty of mixed calls and texts from people wanting to know when the next party would be, but none from the one he really wanted to hear from.
Flipping the phone back on his bed, he lounged on the love seat he had gotten from his parent's old garage. Probably he should have asked for her number, that would have been the next step in cementing his feelings for her, and making her know it, too.
For all he knew, she probably thought he was some jock who was out looking for the next conquest.
He knew that he felt and sounded like a girl who was obsessing over some guy, but he couldn't help it. She made him crazy, and in all the good ways, too.
He was a goner. He loved her. He liked her. He was every cheesy word in the English language.
This little ficlet is inspired by an idea that was presented to me by MrsBrantDaugherty, who helps me run a Pretty Little Liars Forum, and is based off of Noel and the OC that she created. I hope you enjoy and stick around for the ride!