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Emelie watched him exit the car as if in slow motion, and she wasn't the only one. All of the guys stared in awe at the vehicle, while the girls gawked at her living dream. She couldn't drag her eyes away from his form when he walked, and she might've sworn he was floating just above the ground, he was so graceful. While she'd never admit it anytime soon, from first glance outside of her dreams, Emelie was lovestoned.
His hair was almost black, the kind of deep brown that only would show under extreme lighting. In her dreams his hair was always neat and orderly until their activities on his balcony messed it up, but that day it looked as if he hadn't touched it since his head left his pillow. The effect it had was amazing. Most guys couldn't wear their hair in such a way, but the look seemed to make him drop dead gorgeous. Emelie guessed his height to be somewhere around six foot. His muscles showed easily under his shirt. But the one thing that really stood out had to be his eyes. Just one glance at them and Emelie's lungs were shot. They were gold, almost like a wolf's eyes, and their slight predatory glint in Emelie's direction made her knees almost give out. But just as fast as he had shown up, he was gone: most likely to his first period class.
After what seemed like hours, Emelie was pulled out of her own world by a nudge in her side- she leaped almost a foot away. "By God, Emelie, you look like you just saw a ghost!" Emelie gave a shaky smile.
"I'm fine Tory. Just zoned out a bit, that's all," she said, although her friend's worried look made it clear she hadn't been very convincing. All the way to first period, Emelie's mind wandered back to her dreams, and she almost ran over a couple of freshman in the process. Mumbling quiet apologies, she finally stepped into her class and took her seat in the back. Rummaging through her backpack, Emelie pulled out a notebook and a pen and began to doodle around the edges of a piece of paper. It wasn't much really, just a border of little swirls and vines. She was so entranced with her work, she didn't even notice Mr. Dream Boy take the desk right next to her. Thanks to Mr. Thorbin, she almost fell out of her seat when he announced they had a new student and Dream Boy stood up.
Without warning her pen went flying, and she tried to catch it with a quick profanity that got a sharp, "Miss Hawthorne!" from her teacher.
"Sorry Mr. Thorbin, it just slipped out." Once she retrieved her pen Emelie let herself glance over to the boy next to her.
"Well don't let it slip out again. Please continue, Mr. Hawkins."
Emelie quickly looked away when the boy's golden eyes caught hers. At least her face wasn't getting hot, so she couldn't be blushing. In fact, Emelie found herself glaring at the wall.
"Please, Mr. Thorbin, call me Vance. Calling me Mr. Hawkins makes me seem like a teacher." Vance put on a smile and Emelie could see all the other girls in the class just about fall out of their seats from swooning. She couldn't help but smirk as she managed to stay in her seat. So Vance here was most likely a ladies man, at least in Emelie's opinion.
"Thank you then, Vance, please sit back down and we'll start the class." Mr. Thorbin went on to explain something to do with the book they had been reading for the class, and Emelie went back to doodling on her piece of paper. She could feel Vance's eyes on her and her own hair standing up on the back of her neck. Finally, she resorted to writing on her paper, STOP STARING AT ME, and she heard a quiet snort coming from Vance. Twisting her neck to glance at him, she stuck her chin up slightly in the air and sent him a glare. Emelie swore he was about to start laughing at her.
Class couldn't be over soon enough. She hurried out the door only to be followed to each class by Vance. Somehow, by some horrible stroke of bad luck, he was in every one of her classes and by seventh period Emelie was on the verge of screaming. The end of the day couldn't come sooner, and with the snowstorm the Weather Channel had predicted last night, Emelie wanted to get home as fast as possible. She bolted out of seventh period like she was on fire, jamming books in her backpack and throwing her jacket on in haste. She shoved in her earbuds and started for home at a fast walk, knowing that once she got her blood flowing she'd be much warmer.
Students sped by her as she trudged down the country road, paying little heed to the girl walking on the side. They were used to her, because she had been walking to school since she was a freshman. She wasn't scared by the speeding cars, either- she was far from the dangerous curb. The storm ended up coming much sooner then planned, and Emelie found herself walking in the falling snow. The white flurries brought a smile to her face, even though they felt like sharp little bites on her exposed cheeks.
Since the ground was cold enough the snow began to stick almost immediately, and Emelie picked up to a jog to get home quickly. She didn't want to slog through the foot of snow the weatherman had predicted. She finally made it to her house; her grandparents were still out, so she let herself in and immediately went to light the fireplace in the living room. She wanted to be as warm as possible for the cold night. Though, even with a foot of snow, Emelie would still be going to school tomorrow. Her town was used heavy snowfall, and a foot wasn't going to stop them from running classes.
The walk to school the next morning was hell, but at least the view was pretty.
The cold air made Emelie's nose hurt, and walking on the side of the road in a foot of snow isn't fun. The bottom of her jeans would be wet all day long which would make her legs freeze. She was just about to just turn around and walk home when a car slowed to a crawl beside her. The dark windows rolled down, and a growl boiled up in Emelie's throat when she realized it was Vance. "Need a ride?" His smooth voice and those eyes, Emelie really loved those eyes, were such a combination that Emelie stumbled in the snow.
"No, I can walk to school." She spoke with strong defiance that she hoped showed in her eyes.
"Well, it seems that you can't even walk without tripping over yourself or the snow- so really, I think you should just get in."
"Are you trying to boss me around?"
"No, I'm just speaking the truth. That's all."
Emelie couldn't help herself this time. She growled in annoyance and watched that smirk of his grow on his face. He was right, and both of them knew it. "But I'm still going to have to decline. You're still a stranger and my mother told me never to get a ride with strangers." Emelie sent him another glare and continued to walk.
"You'll be late to school, and we have that test in first period. I doubt you can afford to miss it." He was right again- she didn't have the best grade in that class, and if she missed a test it was sure to bring her grade down too close to an F for comfort.
"Fine, just this once though since you're really getting on my nerves and you're not going to leave me alone until I hitch a ride." Emelie noticed that his smirk had disappeared as she climbed into the car. It was now replaced with a goofy smile like he was quite pleased with himself. "Don't act like this means that I like you. I'm far from liking you." That was a lie on her part. She already felt an attraction to him, but only because he looked exactly like that guy from her dreams. What made her hate him though, was the fact he acted nothing like her dream boy. Crossing her arms across her chest, Emelie stubbornly stared out at the snowy woods just outside the car. There was only one problem; she could hardly focus on them since the car was moving so fast. Vance was going way over the speed limit but Emelie wasn't going to say anything.
When they arrived at school Emelie was out of the car in a flash slamming the car door with her foot.
"Watch the car please- I don't want any dents in it. It's new." Emelie detected a little bit of pain in his voice since she had hurt his 'baby'.
"Nah, I really don't care about it." she said, not sparing him a second glance as she ran off to find Tory. Tory happened to be standing there, watching in shock as Emelie had stepped out of the Shelby. Emelie winced at the question she knew was coming.
"How did you get a ride so fast with the new kid?" Tory said with excitement, a large smile growing on her face as the shocked look faded away.
"Forget about it, please Tory? He was just trying to be some modern gentleman so I didn't have to walk to school in the snow. It's no big deal. I'll be walking home by myself this afternoon. There's no way I'd let him convince me to ride with him twice." Emelie said with a growl of annoyance in her voice. Tory knew instantly that this was a touchy subject, and she started to talk about yesterday's lunch period as they walked towards the courtyard before first bell.
