A/N: Hello there chickens! I know that it's been a while since I've updated but somebody kidnapped Aiden and Nevaeh (AKA my flash drive)…I literally was on my knees crying. But no worries! They're back in my hands now and are safe If this story is still boring you, I promise that it gets better in the next chapter (trust me!). Enjoy this chapter, I made it especially for you so read and review and I'll post the newer ones!

Special Thanks to Oriana de la Rose for outstanding talent and inspiration & The Original Vintage Vamp(AKA Mum) for all the encouragement

xXx

When lunch came around, Willow and I sat at a table with six other people whose names I didn't even bother to catch. I'm terrible with names. The courtyard that we were eating in was beautiful, just like the rest of the campus. There was a lake not too far from where we were sitting and flowers galore. The light breeze had been blowing all day and now that it'd warmed up it, felt pretty good. Willow and I had sprawled out on the grass and let the sun warm our skin. I wasn't trying to get my caramel skin any darker so I slipped my black sunglasses from Express on. As I checked my phone to see what time it was, I noticed a tall figure approaching from behind a tree. I turned my body all the way around and was knocked breathless by him. The violet-eyed guy, whose name I couldn't seem to remember, was walking across the courtyard, sandy brown hair blowing, lips curved into a crooked smile, and a walk so elegant that it belonged on a runway. He was a wearing a long-sleeved gray shirt, revealing his amazing forearms and dark, designer jeans with gray New Balances on.

My breath hitched as he turned his head in my direction and let his gaze settle on me. It seemed like everything else around us stopped, like it was just the two of us. He'd stopped walking now and his violet eyes were holding mine, and then before I knew it, Willow was in my ear calling my name.

"Nevaeh? Nevaeh! What are you staring at?" she asked, pulling ,myself out of whatever stupor I was in.

"Nothing." I mumbled as I watched Mr. Mystery's figure head to the table full of jocks.

xXx

This school isn't all that bad. After lunch, which is an hour long, there are only two classes left and then you have the rest of the day to yourself. My last two classes were history and photography, the only two classes that I didn't have with Willow. Great. I walked to the Fine Arts Building and found the high school art room. It was full of amazing snapshots, paintings, prints, and more. They were all beautiful, but there was one painting that caught my eye. It was a portrait of a girl with long dark hair looking out a window with her back turned so that you couldn't see her face. It was amazing how it looked real and all the colors were blended the right way. I stood there and admired its beauty for God only knows how long when someone walked up and stood beside me.

"You must really like this one." The voice murmured soft as silk.

"How can you tell?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the picture.

"Well you've been standing here for the past five minutes…in a trance." He replied, with a smile in his voice.

I let out a nervous laugh and bit my lip, completely embarrassed.

"No need to be embarrassed about it. I think it's cute that you like my art." He said.

I turned to smile sweetly at him and tell him it was no problem. Instead, I stopped breathing and was blinded by pure beauty. It was him, violet eyes and all. He was even more gorgeous up-close.

"Aiden Gershum." He introduced, extending his long, tan arm.

"Um, Nevaeh." Was all I managed to get out, meeting my hand with his.

"It's a pleasure." He murmured, raising my hand to his soft lips and placing a light kiss on them. My skin spiked where his lips had once been

I forgot to mention that as he did this, his beautiful eyes never once left mines. I felt like I'd seen them before, but decided that it was all in my head. We stood there gazing at each other for an impossibly long time until I broke the silence, "This is yours?" I asked, gently running my fingers over the textured strokes.

"It is." He replied, keeping his eyes on me.

"It's beautiful." I said softly, smiling at him.

He laughed softly and it was the most beautiful sound in the world, "Thanks."

Aiden held my gaze for about ten more seconds, smiled gently, and sauntered to his seat as the bell rang.

"Well, you must be Nevaeh." Said the extremely short woman in a voice that resembled a Disney Princess.

"I am." I replied politely.

"Such a pretty name. I'm Mrs. Mays. If you need anything just let me know, dear." She smiled sweetly.

"Thank you so much." I said and took the empty seat across from Aiden's back.

When I glanced at him, he was looking at me in a way that made my whole body feel tingly. I looked down shyly and slid onto the stool. Ms. Mays introduced the new assignment which was to capture a photo of someone that was completely unaware of it but still have the person look photogenic. Basically, it was like one of those photo shoots where the model is looking away and acts likes she's paying no attention to the camera. It sounded easy enough. We were assigned cameras and then had the rest of the class to free-sketch or paint. Aiden had moved to a canvas and made graceful, professional strokes across the fabric. I decided to stay in my seat and paint an abstract design on my sketchbook.

Art is actually very therapeutic, I released all of the negative energy that I've been bottling up ever since I got here and cleared my head as I sat there mixing and spreading the paints across the thick paper while time melted away. I felt like I could sit at the table all day and pain my soul out…then the bell rang. Reluctantly, I placed my sketchbook cover on the drying rack and put all of my paint supplies in the sink and turned on my heel to walk out the door. Instead I walked smack into Aiden...and his cup of paint-water.

"Shit!" I whisper-shrieked, "I'm so sorry!" I said, panicking as I scrambled for the napkins next to the sink.

"Hey, it's no problem." He said, not sounding angry at all. I looked up, cheeks burning, and found him lifting his long-sleeved tee over his head. That was a huge mistake on his part. You see, I have an unnatural obsession with abs and God this guy had abs. I was lucky that his white tee-shirt fell back down and covered them; I was beginning to fall into another trance.

"No harm done." He smiled gently as he balled his shirt up and tucked in under his shoulder.

"Here, give it to me. I'll give it my aunt to have it dry cleaned." I managed to get out.

He held his hand up in protest, "Nevaeh, it's fine."

"Are you sure?" I asked sighing in defeat.

"Accidents happen." He smiled again.

I sighed, looked down and muttered, "Thanks."

With one last look, I hastily walked out of the building, and to my locker cursing to myself the whole way. I'd finally gotten to talk him and completely screwed it up.

I grabbed my history stuff out of my locker and walked in the class just before the bell rang.

What the hell? I thought to myself. Aiden was sitting in one of the desks, relaxed as can be.

I was shocked to see him there, because I could've sworn that I left art before him. I know I did. And I basically sprinted to my locker! There's no way he could've made it to class before me without seeing him. I bit my lip in confusion and slowly walked to the empty seat in the back of the class, avoiding eye contact with Aiden at the risk of tripping and falling flat on my face. Just as I sat down, the teacher Mr. Shaheen, fled through the room with a baseball coffee mug and a stack of papers in his hand.

"Sorry I'm late class. Before we get started, I'd like to welcome our newest edition to Stony Point, Ms. Nevaeh Williams." He smiled at me.

I shyly but politely smiled at him as I felt the entire class's gaze on me. There was a small section of jocks in the corner who were all making flirty faces and smiling at me…ew.

"I know that you all have had a busy week, so I've decided that we're going to spend the next couple of days watching the movie Biko. It's about racism in Africa and all of you Denzel Washington fans will enjoy it." He said, settling behind his computer. I noticed that his entire desk was covered in Boston Red Sox fan gear. I'm a Yankees fan and this is New York. Is this man crazy? I could tell that we were gonna have many sports debates when baseball season came around.

By the end of class, we'd gotten through about a fourth of the movie and it was pretty good, so history flew by in the blink of an eye. When the bell rang, I booked it out the door, to my locker, and back to my dorm to tell Willow all about my encounter with the violet-eyed hottie.

xXx

"Omigod! You're telling me that Aiden Gershum actually talked to you?" Willow screamed.

"Uh, yeah. I mean, he didn't really say anything worth repeating." I said, not nearly as excited as she was.

"What are you saying? Do you realize that the hottest guy on campus talked to you, the new girl. Like, that's major! He must be interested in you!" she shrieked again.

I let out an amused sound, "And what makes you say that?"

"Nevaeh, Aiden Gershum doesn't talk to just anybody! I would know. I've been trying to get him to say two words to me for the past three years! Anything he says is worth repeating!" yes, she was still shrieking.

"Well, he didn't say much. I'm pretty sure I cut the convo short after walking into him and spilling paint water all over him." I said, feeling embarrassed all over again.

"Wow, talk about a Bella moment." She laughed, running her fingers through her long auburn hair.

"Okay, I'm not that clumsy." I laughed.

"Whatever you say Harls." She joined in laughing.

I hopped off my bed and pulled my iTouch out of my purse and plugged it into Willow's dock and put my Kid Cudi playlist on.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that after I spilled water on his shirt, I caught a lovely view at his six pack." I said, smiling smugly.

"No. Fucking. Way." She said, enunciating all three words.

"And you're gonna love this. He has crotch bones." I gushed, smirk growing bigger.

Willow's jaw was just about hanging on the bed, "How's that for a Bella moment. I'm pretty sure she couldn't get Edward shirtless until a year after they met. I got him on the first day." I bragged even more.

"Don't talk to me anymore Nevaeh." Willow said, her face as serious as her tone.

"Why not?" I shrieked, suddenly regretting all of my bragging.

"Because you are one lucky bitch." She smiled and then laughed.

I joined in, laughing more out of relief than humor, "You're crazy. Let's get outta her. I wanna see more of the campus." I suggested.

"Yeah, let's get food too." She said.

"You know what? I think we're gonna get along just fine Willow." I laughed, as we both grabbed our purses and left the room.

xXx

"I never got to ask you, but why'd you decide to switch schools mid-semester?" Willow asked, licking the whipped cream off of her finger.

"My parents think that I'm going through a "rebellious teen phase". I said rolling my eyes and using air quotes.

"How so?" she asked again.

"Well, I snuck out and went to a college party, got a little drunk, and hooked up with a college guy…when I was supposed to be grounded." I said, picking off a piece of my cheese Danish.

"Well, at least you had a shit-load of fun before you got busted." She laughed.

"Psh, yeah! It was hella fun and I'd do it again if I could!" I managed to get out through laughs.
We were so caught up in our own little conversation that neither of us noticed somebody approach our table.

"Hey Nevaeh." A familiar, velvety voice murmured.

My head shot up and found Aiden standing behind be, hands on the back of my chair, the golden light from the setting sun making his flawless skin glow along with his eyes.

"Hey Aiden." I stammered. Just then, Willow cleared her throat obviously wanting an introduction.

"Oh, um this is my roomie Willow. I'm pretty sure that you've seen her around." I said.

"Oh, I know Willow." He said, his mouth raising into an adorable crooked smile. Haha, crooked smile. "One of my baseball buddies never stops talking about you."

"Who?" Willow asked a little too eagerly.

"Sandino Rodriguez." He said, the word sounding like magic as he enunciated each of them, rolling every R.

"The senior?"

"That's him." He laughed and gestured to the tall mocha colored guy standing just outside the café.

"I'll be right back." She said, halfway out the door before she could even finish the sentence. I can't believe she just did that. She left me alone with him. Great.

"So, do you like it here so far?" he asked casually, sitting down across from me.

"Um, yeah. I actually like it a lot." I admitted, playing with my hair out of nervousness.

"Any favorite classes?"

"Hmm, well considering that it's only been one day, I'm gonna have to say Art." I said, knowing that I only like that class because he was in it and we sat extremely close to each other.

He let out an extremely seductive chuckle and ran his fingers through his sandy brown hair.

"What's so funny?" I asked, growing more relaxed.

"Nothing." He said, laughing some more.

"No, I wanna laugh too, so feel free to share." I smiled, curling my hair around my index finger.

"It's nothing." He said again, but I could still see the smile his eyes. Oh, those eyes. They were so beautiful. It reminded me of the lavender field just behind my grandparent's house. They were so dark, so lovely, so seductive…

"What is it?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"It's just, your eyes are so…beautiful. I've never seen an eye color so unique." I said, now playing with the locket on my neck.

He looked at me hesitantly, like he was going to say something extremely deep. But instead, he smiled gently and replied, "Thanks, but I think your eyes are more…memorable." He smiled that crooked smile.

"I can't describe the color. It's like gray and green mixed together, kind of makes them…glow. And then when your in just the right light, they're a shade of hazel. " He said, his violet eyes boring straight through mine.

I bit my lip and smiled, "Wow, nobody has ever payed that much attention to my eye color."

"Maybe it's just me. I find them hard to resist." He murmured, leaning across the table, closer to me. All this time that I'd been looking at him, I'd never given the rest of his facial features enough credit. Not only were his eyes irresistible, but he had a million dollar smile, airbrushed-looking skin, those perfect, pearly white straight teeth, and my personal fave, that I'm-a-man jaw line. There was really only one word to describe him physically. Perfect.

I smiled gently and leaned forward onto the table, "Thank you…again."

We were leaning extremely close and gazing at each other like two lost lovers. Ha, lovers. Right. There's no such think as love, only in fairy tales, I thought to myself. While I was chanting this in my head, he looked at me with such an adoring smile that it was hard to believe that love didn't exist. Of course I'm not saying that I was in love with him, I mean I'd just met him a few hours ago.

"You know what?" he murmured, inching closer to me.

"What?" I asked, lifting my chin up slightly.

"I-" he started, but was interrupted by his iPhone playing Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolph and Lil Wayne.

He sighed, tapped his screen and looked at it, "have to go." he sighed.

"It's fine," I smiled gently, "I have a bunch to catch up on." I said glancing at my phone screen to see what time it was.

"Well, I'll see you around, Nevaeh." He smiled crookedly.

"Only if you're lucky, Aiden." I replied, flashing him a sweet smile and walking towards the door looking for Willow. She was sitting in front of that Sandino Rodriguez guy, legs crossed, hair-twirling, and full fledged flirting with him. It looked like she was making some serious progress, so I sent her a text saying "Get it girl." and headed back to the dorm room to catch upon some major sleep, and maybe get lucky and have a dream of Aiden (wow, I sound like a creeper).