Can't Get You Outta My Head

The weirdest things have been happening to me this week. I was walking down the hall at school, late for class because I had to listen to Liz babble on about Max Evans as usual, when a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the eraser room. "What the hell!" I said when I regained my balance. The door closed behind me, and I turned around to find out who had rudely pulled me in there.

I mean, I enjoy making out with my guy as much as the next girl, but the thing was, I don't have a guy! I turned around, and looked up into the brown eyes of. .MICHAEL GUERIN! "Why the hell did you pull me in here Michael?" I asked him. He just stared at me with a blank look on his face. Great. That's just what I need right now. To be pulled into the Eraser Room by Michael Guerin, of all people, for no apparent reason.

Although, he is pretty hot. With his weird but cute, spiky hair, strong arms, perfect hands, gorgeous eyes, and last but so not least, his mouth. In class sometimes, I love pretending to be doing my work, when I'm really staring at his lips, and daydreaming about kissing him. BUT HE'S AN ALIEN! That nagging voice at the back of my mind reminds me, and I realize that what I dream about could never really happen. Why would he ever kiss me anyway? I'm just little old Maria De Luca, small-town human girl from Roswell.

He seemed to have noticed that I was deep in thought, so he of course chose that moment to speak. "What do you think about the Max and Liz thing?" I snapped out of my thoughts and answered him. "It's not fair. Why do they get to be the only ones of us who are happy?" He looked down at the floor, as if it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. "We could be happy." He said quietly. Excuse me? Did I just hear right? "What did you just say?" I asked, not believing I heard him right. "Nothing. Forget it." he said, and started for the door.

Oh great. The stonewall act again. I moved in front of the door to block his way. There was no way I was letting him go until I sorted this out. "Maria! What are you doing?" He demanded, obviously getting pissed. "I'm not moving until you tell me what you were talking about." I answered stubbornly. "And don't bother trying to use your powers, because they don't work on me." He gave me a 'What-are-you-talking-about?' look, and raised his left hand. He then gave it a wave, and I went flying backwards into the wall to the left of me. I hit the wall with a SMACK! and slid to the floor.

"OW!" I shouted. "Ohhh my arm. ...I think it's broken." I moaned. His eyes widened, and he walked over to where I was slumped on the floor. "Here, let me see." He urged. "WHY? SO YOU CAN MAKE IT HURT MORE?" I shouted at him. His eyes regained that steel look that he is such an expert at having, and narrowed his eyes at me. "No, human girl. So I can heal you. I've been practicing my powers, and I'm getting pretty good at healing." "Thanks, but I think I'll go find Max. At least he won't botch the job." I said, getting up and walking towards the door.

As I walked past him, I saw the hurt in his eyes, and instantly regretted what I'd said. "Michael, I-" I began, but he put his hand in my face as if to say 'Save it. I don't want to hear it.' and he pushed the door open, and left me standing there, nursing my sore arm, and my wounded conscience. ------------------------------------