Meet My Friend
When the motorcycle came roaring down the street, my friends' endless stream of words dried up. All Monica, Liz and Chloe could do was gawk at the mysterious stranger as he rumbled to a stop in front of St. Barbara's.
My heart started to beat faster, almost as if my body recognized that it was him, even without my knowing it.
When he had dismounted the motorcycle, Monica regained her ability to speak, crossing her fingers and muttering "Please be hot" over and over again under her breath. She was staring at him so intently you'd almost think she was trying to see through his helmet with X-ray vision. It was evident however, that she was unable to summon it, I mused, knowing full well that if she had possessed that particular ability, she would be looking at him in a different way and would've stopped praying.
We all held our breath as he removed his helmet painfully slowly. And when it was finally gone, all the air whooshed out of Monica's lungs as she breathed, "Hot Damn."
I agreed, but not without a bit of reluctance, admiring his profile as he set his helmet down. He was truly a spectacular physical specimen: shiny, tousled black hair, lean, not overly muscular, but with the most amazingly defined body…not that I could tell, seeing as how he wasn't shirtless.
Shaking away the memory, I accidentally looked into his piercing green eyes, the color of sea glass, glimmering with humor and looking straight at me. The world fell away and it was just me and him, his eyes so bright against his light tan, his lips tilted in a smug smile.
Whipping my head to the side, I chastised myself. I knew what his eyes did to me, and what was even more infuriating was the fact that he did too.
"He's hot." Chloe pointed out, as if I hadn't noticed.
"And he knows it," Liz grudgingly admitted in a disgusted tone, who, having been recently dumped, hated all members of the opposite sex. This comment due to his annoyingly self-satisfied smile…I found it more than a little annoying myself, but the girl in me was flattered that his satisfaction came from having attained me.
"Oh my God, he's looking at us!" screeched Monica into my ear.
Chloe responded, "Should we wave at him?" in an equally despairing voice.
"And now he approaches his prey."
Liz's comment made me chuckle, and then our eyes met, his eyes shining with alarming intensity and adoration. I stood there and waited for him as he made his way towards us.
Chloe and Monica jumped up and down, giggling and looking at him out of the corner of their eyes. Liz held back, watching me carefully, finally poking me in the shoulder and asking me if I was alright. This caught the attention of the other two, and together they stared, perplexed by the huge smile on my face, and my blush, and the way my eyes softened when I looked at him (I hadn't even been aware of this until he pointed it out.)
Then he was in front of me, his greeting "Hey there beautiful, did you miss me?" echoing around my head even as he lowered his lips to mine.
...
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I held her and stared, transfixed by her sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks and dazzling smile.
Someone cleared their throat, and slowly we became aware of Annabeth's three surprised friends.
The blonde with the pixie cut raised an eyebrow quizzically, and Annabeth, remembering herself, gave a startled and adorable "Oh!"
Biting her lip, she introduced me to her friends, "Liz, Chloe, Monica, meet my boyfriend, Percy Jackson."
