She's cold and she's cruel, but she knows what she's doing,
She pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion.
She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter.
As strange as it seems she's the one I'm after.

It was the first day of eight grade, and one Beck Oliver was stuck at his least favorite thing of the year, the Welcome Back Bash that every class would have during the first week. The sixth graders got the Cafeteria, the seventh graders were given the Auditorium, and the eight graders were given the gym.

The party wasn't exactly as lame as he thought it was going to be. They were playing some pretty good music, along with covering up half of the pool that stood in the middle of the room, making it a transparent dance floor.

His friends were surrounding him, so it was amazing that he spotted the brown and blue locks through the crowd. He grabbed his best friend, Johnny, by the collar and made him look through the mass of students, "who is that?"

"Who? That chick with the hair?" he asked, attempting to point over the heads of their peers.

"Yeah, that's specific," Beck mumbled, barely able to take her eyes off of him. "The one with the blue and brown, standing by the water, by herself."

"Well if she's by herself, maybe she needs some company," Johnny said with a smile, nudging the boy in the side. Beck rolled his eyes before looking at him with sheer stupidity. "What? She's got to be new, because one of us would have remembered that face. Go introduce yourself. Isn't that what this stupid party is for?"

Johnny did have a point there. Before he grasped onto what was going on, his friend began pushing him towards the girl. About half way, his friend gave him one last shove before Beck found himself face to face with the girl he wasn't looking for.

"Hi, Beck," a girl with a yellow dress, and her hair in a french braid said with a smile. She had her hands clasped in front of him, swinging a little side to side. "How was your summer?"

The girl with the streaks looked his way for a quick moment, and she surveyed him and he could feel her eyes running up and down his body. She smirked a little and then turned back to looking into the water.

"Stacy, I can't talk," he said, walking around her. He left her in awe and upset by passing right by her, literally. He couldn't help himself. He felt his heart pulling towards this girl. Even though he refused to take his eyes off the girl, he managed to lose her by the time he got to the edge. He looked around frantically for a moment, before looking down at the clear, blue water.

That's when he felt something poking into his back, and this was no finger.

"Don't move," a voice behind him spoke. He couldn't put a name to the tone, but he could tell right away that it was a girl.

"Or what?" Beck asked, debating on if he should turn around or not.

"If you're good, I might let you live," she said getting a little closer to his back, he could feel the warmth of her body already. "But if you're bad, things will happen."

"What kinds of things?" he asked because she must be bluffing. Before she could answer, he turned around to face her, but as soon as he did, he felt himself flopping back into the pool. He was completely submerged before he realized what happened. She pushed him in the freaking swimming pool!

As he reached the surface of, luckily, the deep end, he looked up at the platform of all his peers laughing at him. She stood in the middle, smirking down at him, arms crossed over her little chest. She yelled down at him, "Shouldn't have moved."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, swinging a pair of scissors back and forth as she moved.

He flipped his hair up and out of his face as he swam to the side. His friends awaited him with a spare towel they found on the rack, helping him out from the side. It was freezing cold, and thank God he didn't have his phone in his pocket.

"What the hell happened?" Johnny asked him.

"She pushed me, dude," Beck stated simply, but really wasn't focused on what happened. He was focused on her. The girl was perfect.

'Cause she's bittersweet, she knocks me off my feet,
And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else,
She's a mystery, she's too much for me,

But I keep coming back for more, she's just the girl I'm looking for.

"So you decided to follow the girl who wanted to stab you with a pair of scissors?" Tori asked, completely amazed. "You're more weird than I thought."

"No girl ever did that to me, and I found it oddly... nice. No one has ever made an impact on me that big," Beck explained. "And the fact that she walked away is the reason why it's funny that she came to me after it."

"No way, Jade would never do that," Tori said.

"She did. She found my locker and put her number in there. I figured it was her because she made the ending 00 in her number as the handle to her scissors," Beck said, scratching his head, "then there was about three weeks where we only texted and called each other. Other than that, I couldn't find her, and believe me. I looked."

"How big was your school?" Andre mumbled.

He ignored his friend's comment and began to play the next song.

I've got birds in my ears and a devil on my shoulder,

And a phone to the other and I can't get a hold of her,

And what's a crush to do?

What's a crush to do, when he can't get through?

"I'm not going to explain this one, because it's just a bunch of talking and trying to get her to meet me during school," Beck said to save time. "But I will tell you that eventually she agreed to a date, and we had to be in walking distance of it after school, because we were obviously middle schoolers. But this song fit almost perfectly."

He skipped the rest of the Cute is What We Aim For song and played one of his personal favorites.

In the car, I just can't wait,

To pick you up on our very first date.

Is it cool if I hold your hand?

Is wrong if I think it's lame to dance?

Do you like my stupid hair?

Could you guess I didn't know what to wear?

I'm really scared of what you think,

You make me nervous so I really can't eat.