Author's Note: I actually just got re-interested in the show, or the first season anyway, and I read the movie script, and signed the petition a bunch of times. But yeah, Alek and Chloe are my favorites, and I ship them, so voila. If you don't know high school cliques...well...ANYWAY! Please read and review, thanks!
The first time she saw him was in the hallway. He was walking down it as the new kid, but apparently the populars and the athletic kids had found something in him they liked, because they were flocking around him. Chloe had decided to see what the buzz was, and she'd seen him. He had a gorgeous face, with hair that looked soft and gleamed with cleanliness that made her want to run her fingers through it. She knew better than to fall in love with a popular kid with her social status, because, well, they didn't go for Chloe Kings, they went for the "beautiful" cheerleader Shannons.
But there was something in his face. Though he was laughing at something someone did -the smile only made him look better- he had an air of maturity and seriousness about him. It was even in his demeanor, the way he walked. It intrigued her even more, and Chloe King had always had an insatiable curiousity. So she turned to her friend Amy, who would probably know something about this new kid. "Hey, who's the new kid everyone's fawning over?"
"His name is Alek Petrov, apparently he moved here from England, he even has this adorable accent, and oh there he is!" Amy spoke in her fast manner, but Chloe was hung on his name: Alek Petrov. It fit him very well, but he didn't seem the way most Russians were talked about. Hey, I'm Ukranian, and he's Russian.
She then realized his deep and stunning eyes were on her. She felt too frozen to blush, like prey under the shadow of an eagle swooping to grab them. Her eyes met his, and for a heartbeat they locked on each other, each trying to read the other. But his eyes went over her, and she felt the blush come to her cheeks. Amy nudged her in the shoulder.
"You like him, Chloe!" Amy giggled. Chloe shook her head, trying to deny the warmth that seemed to have originated from where their eyes had met, and wormed its way to her heart.
"No, just how often do popular guys look at me? Don't we have class?" For weeks after, however, she'd look for him in the eyes, and hope his eyes would be searching for her, too.
