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After that first encounter I couldn't keep my mind of him. His perfect white smile, dreamy green eyes, tall-musclular figure.

"Kristen, are you even listening?" My best friend, Massie Block, said in her same snotty voice.

"Yeah, I heard everything." I said, still not in the same world as her.

"Well as I was saying, our routine needs work. The drill team captain is awful this year so we need to step it up. I mean, those senior boys are watching. We gotta give them a show."
At the time, she didn't know that the only senior boy I cared about would be in the locker room during halftime.
Kemp Hurley is on the football team, of course. But I'm not a cheerleader or anything like that. I'm on drill team, which is practically a dance team. But Kemp probably doesn't know that. He doesn't know anything about me! I don't know why I am over analyzing this. He said, what, 10 words to me? He probably doesn't even know my name. I had to stop thinking about this.

"KRISTEN!" Massie could now tell I was on a different planet.

"I'm sorry, Mass. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"I think I do. Don't worry, I am positive you did fine on the geometry test! Relax." She was thinking about old Kristen, the girl who only lived for straight A's and staying home all the time.

"No, that's not it. You would laugh if I told you." I said with my head down.

"Now Kristen, you know I wouldn't do that."

"You know Kemp Hurley?" I said, still unsure whether I should spill or not.

"That senior? Oh my gosh! Yes! He is the hottest guy in school." She said while parading around her room flailing her arms.

"Yeah, him. I ran into him the other day and, I don't know, I just have been thinking about him a lot."

"Kristen, Don't. He's bad news. He's a senior and the biggest party boy in our school!" Massie always told it exactly how it was.

"But the way he looked at me, he held the door for me Mass." I couldn't find the right words to use so she would understand. How did I expect her to feel the way I felt that day? Maybe she's right. Who am I besides a quiet freshman?

"Talk to him than."

That was unexpected. But that really opened my eyes. I laid down on the plush rug and thought about those three words..talk to him. I decided right there that somehow, some way I was going to talk to him.

But I didn't have to make the first move. The next day I woke up to a text from a number I didn't recognize. I opened my phone and read the message..

Hey, It's Kemp. I don't know if you remember me but we ran into each other a couple days ago

My jaw dropped. This couldn't be happening. Not remember him? If he only knew! I couldn't respond fast enough. But I wasn't quite sure what to say, it took me a few tries but I finally settled and sent it.

Oh yeah, I remember. hi :)

What could he possibly want with me? I swear the two minutes I was waiting for his response was the absolute longest two minutes of my life. But when I saw my phone light up I couldn't flip it open quick enough.

I got you're number off my brother. I dont wanna seem like a creep or anything like that but I was thinking about you and wanted to know if you'd wanna hang out sometime?

The next day he picked me up in his old beat up truck and we went to get ice cream at my favorite place. He was in black basketball shorts with a football t-shirt. I didn't want to get to dressed up so I wore my skinny jeans with a green tank and a casual jacket. I jumped into the truck and went to close the door and hit it off my leg.

"You aren't very good with doors, huh?" He said trying to hold back laughter.

"I swear, it's just when I'm around you!" I didn't repress my laugh, I was giggling like a little girl.

"Awe, I didn't know I had such an effect on you." He was giving me this half grin that made me melt. I was debating whether to say something that denied his allegation or admit it.

I decided to just look at him and smile. He changed his half smile into a full smile. We talked about everything. School, Music, Football, you name it, we talked about it. I was amazed how easy it was to talk to him. When we got to the ice cream parlor, he bought me a medium French vanilla cone although I said small. We ate our ice cream in the parking lot and walked around kicking rocks, laughing about the stupidest things. I couldn't believe how well this was going; it was as if we had been together for years. He stopped and took his phone out and said..

"Stop, I want to get a picture of this." He caught me off guard by saying this but I stopped and smiled as he put his arm around me. He showed me the picture, it was perfect. His eyes were glistening and we both looked so happy, just like an old married couple. He drove me home and as I was getting out he grabbed my hand.

"I had a really great time, Kristen. I'll call you later."

"Me too, thank you, Kemp. I better talk to you soon." I said with a flirtatious smile.

"Don't worry, you can't get rid of me this quick." He said with that same half smile.

After I walked into my house and closed the door behind me I smiled and screamed and nearly cried I was so happy. I fell onto my bed and just giggled for a solid five minutes. I ended up falling asleep for a little while but woke up to my phone beeping, it was a picture message from Kemp. The picture of us. Under it simply read:

You're mine this Saturday, don't ask any questions. It'll be a surprise:)