Chapter 2

The next day at school girls kept coming up to me and thanking me for "saving prom". Julia was so excited about me working with Paul. I felt really bad for what I said to Paul yesterday. I planned to apologize today but he didn't show. During study hall I worked on making flyers. I was sitting on the floor in the recreation center listening to Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson. I started singing as I cut out construction paper.

I didn't hear the door open and I screamed when a warm hand touched my shoulder. I turned around a saw Paul looking concerned. I stood up quickly and flushed red embarrassed.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you," Paul said smirking. I readied myself to reply with a smart comment but I stopped myself.

"Where were you all day?" I asked sitting down by the flyers. He shrugged and sat down next to me. Even when we were sitting down he was still way taller than me. It was silent for a moment and I worked up the nerve to apologize.

"I'm sorry about what I said yesterday Paul," I confessed. He looked at me strangely.

"For what?" he asked.

"For calling you a jerk," I replied.

"Oh that. You don't need to apologize I know what I am," he replied shrugging. I started to protest but he put his fingers to my lips. I sighed against his finger and he stiffened. He quickly pulled back his finger and stood up.

"Maybe we should look into a caterer," Paul suggested.

"I was thinking of Bella Italia," I replied. Paul nodded and walked out the door. I ran after him.

"Where are you going?"

"Aren't we gonna go to the caterer?" he asked.

"I don't have a car," I replied.

"We'll take my bike," he shrugged. I froze and started to shake my head. "Come on Nina! I won't let you get hurt," I shook my head again. He stepped closer to me and looked at me in the eyes. "Trust me," he whispered. Our faces were so close our noses were almost touching. I shook my head again but he was wearing me down and he knew it. "Please," he pleaded blowing his warm breath in my face.

I closed my eyes feeling lightheaded. How did he do that? "Fine," I said hesitantly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his bike. He handed me a black helmet and I weighed it in my hands.

"Don't worry Nina," Paul pleaded taking the helmet from me and placing it on my head. I sighed and followed Paul to his bike. It was a huge, black monster. My heart started to pound. Paul got on the bike and patted the tiny seat behind him.

"You're not wearing a helmet?" I asked. He snorted and I sat down reluctantly. Paul took my arms and put them around his waist.

"Hold on." The engine roared and I held on tighter. I closed my eyes and then we shot forward. A rush of adrenaline rushed through me as we went faster. I was tempted to open my eyes but I didn't. I buried my face in Paul's back and inhaled. Why did he have to smell so good? It just wasn't fair. I hadn't noticed we stopped until Paul touched my arm.

"Were here," he said. I could tell he was smiling from his voice. I hesitantly opened my eyes and realized he was telling the truth. "You can let go now," Paul laughed. I unwound my arms from Paul's waist and flexed my fingers. Paul helped me off and we walked toward the restaurant.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought," I admitted.

"I tried to tell you," Paul laughed again. We walked into the restaurant. It was a very romantic looking restaurant. It was dark except for the candle light. There was soft music playing and the aroma of fresh bread wafted toward us.

"How many?" a melodic voice asked. I turned and held in a gasp. The waiter had some serious good looks. He was pale but it looked good on him. He was muscular and had curly brown hair which he brushed out of his eyes. His eyes! They were blue wait no grey wait green maybe. It looked like they kept changing. I could tell Paul was looking at me expecting me to speak. I looked up into his eyes and I couldn't place the expression there. Jealousy maybe?

"Uhh…, actually we need a caterer for our prom at La Push High school," I stammered.

"Oh well in that case Linda can help you," he replied sweetly. He called to her and it was my turn to be jealous. Linda was absolutely flawless. Her hair hung in brown ringlets down to her waist. She had a pale complexion as well and she was slender. Yet she had amazing curves.

"Yes Will?" she asked in a beautiful voice. I felt out of place standing next to Paul, Linda and Will. They were all good looking and I was just me. Linda looked at me strangely and whispered something to Will. He looked shocked but he quickly controlled his expression smiling.

"Well I will take you Mr. Handsome and we can talk about catering," Linda whispered seductively running her finger up Paul's arm. I felt jealousy build up in me.

"What about Nina?" Paul asked looking at me.

"If you want to use our catering then she can help pick out the food," Will smiled his drool worthy smile. Paul followed Linda back and she winked at me before she closed the door. I felt jealous again but I quickly concealed it.

"So this is for prom?" Will asked.

"Yeah for La Push High school," I replied. "I have a flyer that has the date and other details," I said grabbing one from my purse.

"Alright let me take a look." Will jotted a few things down on a paper and looked up at me.

"So is that guy your date?" he asked. I laughed and he looked surprised maybe slightly relieved.

"No we just have to work together," I said. "I don't have a date," I said quietly.

"You don't have a date?" Will said sounding genuinely surprised. I shook my head. "I just thought someone as pretty as you would have a date," he shrugged smiling. Was Will flirting with me? I felt butterflies rise in my stomach.

"That's really sweet," I smiled. He smiled back and grabbed my hand. I gasped at how cold his hand was. He got out a sharpie and wrote something on my hand. I saw Paul walk out with Linda right on his heels. Paul looked angry.

"Looks like you have to leave so call me sometime," Will said quickly releasing my hand. He winked at me and turned to a costumer behind us.

"Bye Paul come back soon," Linda called after us as we headed out the door. I couldn't believe Will gave me his number. Maybe it was just because of the catering but I didn't think so.

"So how did it go with Linda?" I asked.

"Fine," Paul grumbled. He sounded really angry.

"Are you mad at me?" I asked confused. He ignored me and grabbed my hand.

"What's that?" he asked pointing to Will's phone number. I shrugged trying to play it cool. I had heard that Paul had a temper and I was not ready to find out.

"Just stuff," I replied not really wanting to tell him.

"Is that his number?" he asked pointing to the restaurant.

"Yes and why does it concern you?" I asked angry.

"I don't like him," he replied.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." I walked past him and grabbed the black helmet. Paul hopped on the bike and I followed suit. The ride back seemed shorter than before. It may have been partly because I wasn't as afraid or that I was thinking of Will. I kept my eyes closed again so I didn't realize when we reached our destination. I opened my eyes and was surprised we were at Julia's house.

"How did you know where I lived?" I asked suspiciously.

"I knew you lived at Julia's house and I know her dad," he shrugged. He still sounded angry but he had cooled down a bit.

"Thanks for dropping me off," I said feeling awkward.

"Your welcome," Paul smiled. He looked like he was thinking hard about something. "Can I give you a ride to school tomorrow?" he asked looking into my eyes searching. I nodded and he smiled widely.

"See you tomorrow Nina," Paul yelled hopping onto his bike. Before I could reply he was gone. I walked inside and called for Julia. She ran down the stairs and smiled.

"Did you ride home on the back of Paul's motorcycle?" she asked smiling.

"Yes," I replied pushing past her into the kitchen. I heard her squeal behind me.

"Oh my God you have to tell me everything!" she shrieked again.

"There's nothing to tell," I said sounding disappointed even to myself. I looked into the fridge and grabbed a coke.

"Then what's that?" she asked pointing to my hand. "Is that his number?"

"No it's a different guy's number?" I replied nonchalantly. She shrieked again.

"These guys are all over you Nina!" I rolled my eyes at her. "What are you doing different? New shampoo or perfume maybe? No I got it your wearing a push up bra!" I spit out the coke I had in my mouth.

"No Julia! I didn't do anything different I don't think," I replied puzzled. That night I dreamt of mysterious bikers and handsome waiters.