Bridgette stared at the fatty, high calorie snacks in front of her. She subconsciously poked at her belly, pouting her lower lip. It wasn't like she needed any more of this kind of food, but the growling of her stomach demanded sustenance.

"Are you going to choose anything anytime soon? You're in the way," A voice laced with annoyance and passive aggression said.

She looked over her shoulder, instantly moving aside. "Sorry, I didn't see you," she said politely. She looked back over at the snacks, but discreetly tried taking in the features of the young man now beside her. Blonde hair, lean body…She wished she could sneak a peek behind his dark shades, but his annoyed demeanor pushed that aside as soon as it popped into her head.

Unbeknownst to Bridgette, the young man was checking her out as well. Up close, he could see why his friend was getting so hot and bothered. She wasn't half bad. Now a plan was beginning to formulate in his head. If his bucktooth friend wanted her so bad, he would play a part in it. After all, it would be fun to watch what would happen.

"You're that new girl," he said passively. "I saw you around at school today."

Bridgette looked at him. "Oh, yeah. That's me," she said a little nervously. This was completely new territory for her. Talking to a stranger that is. Well, it wasn't "new," but talking to good looking strangers of the opposite sex was.

"Bridgette, right?" The young man questioned, picking out a couple bags of snacks.

"Yeah." She didn't really want to know how he knew that, as this was the first time she had seen him. But she didn't want to over think that.

The young man turned to her and leaned casually against the shelves. Part of him hoped they were sturdy enough to hold his weight, because knocking it over would ruin his plan, and would really not be cool. "I'm Dave."

Bridgette smiled a little bit, some unknown confidence beginning to rise in her being. "Nice to meet you Dave."

He adjusted his shades. "So a friend of mine saw you around, too. He kind of has a thing for you."

She smiled a bit wider, and nodded her head. "Is that so?" She didn't want to make her interest in the matter be entirely obvious, although she was extremely happy at the idea of someone being interested in her.

"Yeah. But he's too much of a pussy to talk to you. So," he paused and reached into his pocket and took out a pen. "I'm going to give you his number."

She raised a brow as he took her hand. She tried to play off her nervousness at his touch by saying, "He won't mind?"

Dave looked at her over his shades. Bridgette had never seen such gorgeous eyes. Heat began to rise to her cheeks, and she quickly turned her attention to the numbers he was scribbling down on the back of her hand.

"If he does mind, then he is a lost cause," Dave said. "Call him. Or don't. I don't care."

She wanted to comment on his "not caring" attitude, because it seemed to her that he did care. If only she knew of his plan. But she thanked him as he turned to leave, and she gathered her own snacks. As she paid at the register, she felt her heart rate increase in anticipation. Never had this happened to her, but she wasn't complaining by any means.

There was a bounce in her step as she made her way home. Bridgette was never one to believe in luck, but she sure as hell felt pretty damn lucky tonight.