Title: When Lightning Strikes from Rob's Point Of View

Rating: Uh...PG-13

Summary: The first of the 1-800 book in Rob's POV

Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's all Meg's. However, if she is willing to share Rob with me for just ONE night...I swear, I'm of age!!! Just kidding...

Note: My other stories are on hiatus for now. I have horrible writer's block, combined with hormonal instincts because I get to go visit my baby for a weekend, ALONE. So anything I write would be lemon-y. Therefore, anything I've been writing (with the exception of The Secret Life Of Paul Slater) is on hiatus. I'll update soon, I swear!!!

Another Note: I know NiceHayley, I think it was her, did something like this to Haunted. I'm saying this in case anyone wants to accuse me of stealing her idea.

Ok, here it goes:

What does a guy have to do to have a peaceful lunch hour? It's the only time I have to think and not look like a slacker in class, and I'm pretty sure Mastriani knows that. That would be why she insists on getting into fights on a daily basis.

One second, I'm sitting there, reading peacefully, and the next Jeff Day is moving backwards after getting hit by Mastriani. I don't see what the big deal is, she can't possibly be that strong. Jeff's just weak. There's no way a girl who's just barely over five foot can do that much damage to a dimwitted six-foot tackle. But whatever.

After Mastriani slugged Day, Coach Albright led her out of the Cafe, probably to Mr. Goodhart's office. Everyone started talking about it, and I noticed this one girl standing around, looking kind of guilty about the fight. I shrugged it off and kept reading until the bell rang.

The rest of the day was boring, except for detention. Detention is always more bearable that the rest of the day, mostly because Mastriani's usually in there. One of these days, I will work up the nerve to ask her out. I'm sure my probation officer wouldn't mind too much- she's 18, afterall. (A/N: That's what you think, Rob...I however...)

After detention, I saw Mastriani walking with the guilty-looking girl from the cafeteria. Ok, Rob, just ride up to her, ask if she wants a ride. No sane girl would resist a ride home when a thunderstorm is moving in.

"Mastriani," I said, throwing my foot onto the curb to steady the cherried-out Indian I rode, "Want a ride?"

I could tell she was having a hard time resisting. Her brown eyes roved over my bike, and then over me, before she said, "No, thanks. We're walking."

You're a moron. I thought, looking up at the sky. "It's gonna pour." Maybe she just doesn't want to leave her friend hanging in the rain?

"We're walking." Mastriani said, cocking her head towards her friend. Ok, so it was the friend. You're an idiot, Rob!

I shrugged and said, "You're funeral." Then drove off. I glanced back to see that both had stopped walking, and Jess's friend seemed to furious at her for even thinking about accepting a ride from a grit like me. I grinned as I heard Mastriani say that she probably would have accepted my offer if her friend hadn't been there.

The day just got better. Despite the rain that started pouring about 2 minutes later. Lightning struck a couple minutes after the hail started to fall, and I thought about Mastriani for a minute. I hoped she had the sense to not take cover under the metal bleachers of the school.