Looking at my watch I realized that the writers club started forty-five minutes ago. Great just great! From what I've heard around the school the president was one tough guy, and probably wouldn't appreciate my tardiness. Hey you try getting around here in a wheelchair and be on time.

I pushed the joystick forward a bit more forceful than I should have and the motor whined in protest but I ignored it and reached the journalism room finally. I pushed open the door and met eye to eye with Carson Phillips.

He looked bored, as if he were just waiting fore anybody to come in, black framed glasses sat by his side on the desk; he sat up as he noticed me. My eyes raked his form, he wore a lot of blue, gray and black. His blue eyes were studying me as well until he walked over.

"Hello," he said holding out his hand. "I'm Carson, welcome to the writers club. And you are?"

I put my less useful right hand in his. "Angelique," I told him, my voice soft and shy. "Angelique Mortensen."

Sparks flew up my arm from where our skin touched. My face burned, and from the look of shock on Carson's face I guess he felt it to. Brown eyes met blue until he stammered,

"um...s...shall we sit down?"

I grinned. "Carson I'm already sitting," I said.

"Very funny Angel," he said his tone very sarcastic. That surprised me no one has called me Angel before. He crossed the room and sat back down. "Now could you tell me about yourself?"

I joined him at the table and rested my arms on it. "Well my mom is from Milan, France, She's a fashion designer. My dad is a Broadway actor, he met Maman in West End when they were both on vacation. I haven't seen them since they dumped me and my three month old sister Rebecca here with my Grandparents. Which is good because they want me to follow their footsteps. I was pushed into singing and sewing classes, so I do those pretty well. But do they care that I want to write? Do they care that I have a 4.34 GPA? Do they care I have to raise Becca?" I was ranting now, but snapped myself out of it. "Sorry."

He smiled. "It's OK Angel." Reaching over he grabbed a tissue and held it out. "you're crying," he said.

"I.. I am?" I reached up to touch my face, black mascara stained my fingers. "Ugh!" Grabbing the tissue I furiously dabbed at my eyes.

"Whoa whoa," he said taking it from me and grabbing my chin gently. "You're making it worse. Here..." His finger guided the tissue around my eyes, being careful not to poke. "There."

"Thanks," I mumbled blushing. Our eyes met again and he smiled.

The sudden sound of the door opening startled both of us out of our bubble. In walked a heavyset girl with light blonde hair and glasses. She carried an old camcorder in one hand.
"Hi Carson," she said in a chipper tone. "Who's this?"

"Malerie, Angelique. Angelique this is Malerie, the only other Writer's Club member," Carson introduced us.

Malerie stepped forward and hugged me. "Hey 'Lique," she said.

"Um, hi."

"Attention Student Council members there is a Council meeting in the activities office." blared over the speaker. Carson sighed..

"God, I swear they only have these meetings when they think I've gone home," he said picking up his things. "Jokes on them, I never go home. Angel give me your phone for a second."

"O...OK." I handed it to him. He typed something into it before giving it back.

"Text me when you get home." The order was gentle but still an order so I nodded.

"See you two tomorrow," I said, still blushing.

As I went to the student parking lot I started to think. I've never blushed around a boy before. Usually they're so annoying I end up wanting to run them over. But Carson was different, sure he was rough around the edges, but there was something about him. Was I in love?