Chapter 1:
They have been in the same school since they were in grade school, and now in
their senior year of high school they are still in the same school. But yet one has never
paid any attention to the other. Passing each other in the halls during the class
changes. Waiting behind the other at the water fountain for an afternoon drink after
P.E. But yet they never do speak to each other.
Liz Parker is the girl who has it all. The brains. She has the popularity. She is
the girl that all the guys want to date. And that's no exception for Max Evans.
Max Evans is the mysterious guy that is scared to open up to others. He stays
hidden behind others. During class changes, he tries to get into the crowd so that no
one will come to him. He sits with no one else at lunch except for his sister, Isabel, and
his brother Michael. They come from a family who does not make the most income.
The family's money goes to the food that is set on the table at dinner. It always go to
the annoying bills that come from different companies. The family buys their children
clothes but only when they have out grown them. Max's family does not have the
money for extra items like the Parker's.
In the small town of Roswell, the Parkers are considered to be the wealthiest
family. The family has everything that any one would want. A perfect daughter.
Money. Unconditional love. Job that supports them enough for extra's.
So, Max Evans thought he never had a chance. Why would a girl like that want
a guy like me, he thought as he heard the sound of the beeping alarm clock. Sitting up,
he stretched his arms over his head, in hopes of popping his back. Swiping the heap of
covers off of him, he started to get ready for his day at West Roswell High. Pulling on a
pair of LEVI jeans, and a gray t-shirt, he headed down to the kitchen to grab a bite to
eat. Looking in the cabinet, he found the only thing suitable enough for breakfast was a
straw berry poptart. He popped his breakfast into the toaster oven and began to make
his way to the door in hopes of walking through the school doors of West Roswell,
without getting a lecture from Mrs. Tolposky, the principal.
On the other side of Roswell, Liz Parker awoke from her deep slumber. As she
pulled on her silk robe that laid on her desk chair, she went to her vanity to apply her
make up. Hearing the voice of her mother, Nancy, coming from the stairs, she groaned
with frustration. "Liz, you are going to be late if you don't hurry," her mother's voice
echoed up to her room. Letting out a sigh, she looked into the mirror and said,
"Doesn't she know that I have a look that I have to keep." Finishing up the final
touches, she stood up and walked over to the closet filled with many fashionable outfits.
"What do I wear today," Liz said while looking thoroughly at each outfit. Her
eyes roamed each out-fit hopefully to decide the perfect one. Finally, she found the
right outfit for today. A short tan skirt that had two small slits on each side with a low
cut gray shirt. Something is missing, she thought. A necklace. Walking over to the
vanity, she found the perfect one. A dainty silver chain. Slipping on a pair of sandals
that matched perfectly with her outfit, she was out of her home on the way to West
Roswell.
When pulling in her assigned parking spot that was given to her during her
Sophomore year, she was greeted by the perky voice of her best friend, Maria Deluca.
"Hey girl," Liz said, while hopping out of her car. Maria and Liz were known
through out the school as part of the three musketeers. Alex Whitman completed the
circle of friends. Friends since third grade, their friendship just as strong. No matter
what had happened, they remained friends. Nothing could tamper with their tight bond.
The two friends departed in their separate ways, to head to their lockers. As Liz
stood at her locker she could feel a pair of piercing eyes, burning a whole in her back.
Turning around, she couldn't find any thing out of the ordinary. People hustling about,
wanting to get to home room before the second bell of the morning rang. The cliques
in their usual spot. Teachers monitoring the halls, looking for students who weren't
obeying the school policy. But, throughout the normalcy of the morning, there was
something that Liz Parker has never seen or noticed.
A guy was standing behind a wall, his head resting against the wall. His eyes
were glued to her. When he saw that she had spotted him, he quickly looked the other
way. But it didn't work. Liz had already spotted the heat forming above his cheeks.
Closing her locker door, she leaned back and stared off, pondering over the mysterious
guy.
I wonder why I have never seen him at school before, thought Liz. As she was
about to make her way over to him, the sound of the bell stopped her move. "Ugh,"
she said to herself. Spotting Maria making her way to her, the two friends made their
way to the office to get a pass so they wouldn't get a lecture from their teachers.
Walking into the class, Mrs. Taylor was looking over the morning announcements
that she would soon announce. When she looked up, she took her glasses and put
them on top of her head. "Maria, Liz, what can I do for you this morning," she asked,
leaning forward to look more closely.
"Mrs. Taylor, we were helping a freshman at his locker. See he was having a
small problem with getting it open," Liz explained. She looked over to Maria for her to
continue this story.
"Yes, and then we took it upon ourselves to go help him. He was very
appreciative of our services," Maria concluded.
"That was what happened," Mrs. Taylor asked.
Liz and Maria nodded their heads. "Well then! I must give you a pass," she
said, smiling at the two girls. Opening the drawer, she pulled out the late passes to
give to the two young ladies.
Filling them out, she didn't even need to ask what class they were going too.
They had been up their so many times, she remembered everything. Heading the
appropriate one to each girl, she reminded them that they couldn't have anymore
tardies for this nine weeks.
Once out in the halls, Maria let out an exasperated sigh. "Gosh, I can't believe
that she bought it," Maria joked.
"I know right," Liz agreed. Before they reached their class rooms, Liz put her
hand on Maria's shoulder to stop her. She had wanted to tell Maria earlier, but she
hadn't had a chance to. "Maria, earlier I saw this guy staring at me."
Maria grinned at her friend. "Was he cute?" she wanted to know. Liz laughed.
Liz nudged her friend with her elbow. "Maria," Liz said.
"Well was he?" Maria kept asking. Knowing her friend for as long as she had,
she knew that she was never going to let this subject drop so Liz had to give in.
"Yes! Are you happy?" Maria just laughed at her friend.
When they saw their teachers coming out from both classrooms, Liz and Maria
quickly froze. "Ladies, get into class now," Liz teacher, Mrs. Hardy said. Waving, they
dashed into their right classrooms.
Liz Parker, Alex Whitman, and Maria Deluca found each other at lunch through
the throng of students, wondering around, looking for friends. When Liz had arrived
with Alex with her, Maria was already seated under the shaded table. Liz and Alex
stopped by the snack machine, not once thinking about eating the unsanitary cafeteria
food. Standing in line for a coke, Liz began to smell the wonderful aroma of cologne
coming in behind her. The guy was standing probably six foot tall. Jeans that fit him
perfectly. And a shirt that perfectly showed off his chest. Keep it together Liz, a voice
whispered inside of Liz's mind. As he turned around, Liz recognized him as the guy who
was watching her this morning. She swallowed, trying to keep herself in composure.
When their eyes locked, he quickly walked away, his head bent low. "Sorry," he
mumbled.
While Alex was getting her a coke, she didn't even notice that he had witnessed
the whole experience. "Liz, come on. Maria is waiting," Alex urged. Waving his hand
in front of her face, she was brought out of her daze.
"Come on Alex," Liz said quickly. With a pull of the arm, the friends made their
way to the table.
As they reached the table, Liz ate her bag of chips in silence. Maria and Alex
exchanged worried glances. Reaching to put a hand on Liz's shoulder, Maria whispered
to her, "Lizzie, you okay?"
"Yeah, Maria I'm fine," Liz said, but never once looking at her. The rest of the
period Liz's thoughts were completely on the mysterious guy that she had met in the
line of getting a coke.
They have been in the same school since they were in grade school, and now in
their senior year of high school they are still in the same school. But yet one has never
paid any attention to the other. Passing each other in the halls during the class
changes. Waiting behind the other at the water fountain for an afternoon drink after
P.E. But yet they never do speak to each other.
Liz Parker is the girl who has it all. The brains. She has the popularity. She is
the girl that all the guys want to date. And that's no exception for Max Evans.
Max Evans is the mysterious guy that is scared to open up to others. He stays
hidden behind others. During class changes, he tries to get into the crowd so that no
one will come to him. He sits with no one else at lunch except for his sister, Isabel, and
his brother Michael. They come from a family who does not make the most income.
The family's money goes to the food that is set on the table at dinner. It always go to
the annoying bills that come from different companies. The family buys their children
clothes but only when they have out grown them. Max's family does not have the
money for extra items like the Parker's.
In the small town of Roswell, the Parkers are considered to be the wealthiest
family. The family has everything that any one would want. A perfect daughter.
Money. Unconditional love. Job that supports them enough for extra's.
So, Max Evans thought he never had a chance. Why would a girl like that want
a guy like me, he thought as he heard the sound of the beeping alarm clock. Sitting up,
he stretched his arms over his head, in hopes of popping his back. Swiping the heap of
covers off of him, he started to get ready for his day at West Roswell High. Pulling on a
pair of LEVI jeans, and a gray t-shirt, he headed down to the kitchen to grab a bite to
eat. Looking in the cabinet, he found the only thing suitable enough for breakfast was a
straw berry poptart. He popped his breakfast into the toaster oven and began to make
his way to the door in hopes of walking through the school doors of West Roswell,
without getting a lecture from Mrs. Tolposky, the principal.
On the other side of Roswell, Liz Parker awoke from her deep slumber. As she
pulled on her silk robe that laid on her desk chair, she went to her vanity to apply her
make up. Hearing the voice of her mother, Nancy, coming from the stairs, she groaned
with frustration. "Liz, you are going to be late if you don't hurry," her mother's voice
echoed up to her room. Letting out a sigh, she looked into the mirror and said,
"Doesn't she know that I have a look that I have to keep." Finishing up the final
touches, she stood up and walked over to the closet filled with many fashionable outfits.
"What do I wear today," Liz said while looking thoroughly at each outfit. Her
eyes roamed each out-fit hopefully to decide the perfect one. Finally, she found the
right outfit for today. A short tan skirt that had two small slits on each side with a low
cut gray shirt. Something is missing, she thought. A necklace. Walking over to the
vanity, she found the perfect one. A dainty silver chain. Slipping on a pair of sandals
that matched perfectly with her outfit, she was out of her home on the way to West
Roswell.
When pulling in her assigned parking spot that was given to her during her
Sophomore year, she was greeted by the perky voice of her best friend, Maria Deluca.
"Hey girl," Liz said, while hopping out of her car. Maria and Liz were known
through out the school as part of the three musketeers. Alex Whitman completed the
circle of friends. Friends since third grade, their friendship just as strong. No matter
what had happened, they remained friends. Nothing could tamper with their tight bond.
The two friends departed in their separate ways, to head to their lockers. As Liz
stood at her locker she could feel a pair of piercing eyes, burning a whole in her back.
Turning around, she couldn't find any thing out of the ordinary. People hustling about,
wanting to get to home room before the second bell of the morning rang. The cliques
in their usual spot. Teachers monitoring the halls, looking for students who weren't
obeying the school policy. But, throughout the normalcy of the morning, there was
something that Liz Parker has never seen or noticed.
A guy was standing behind a wall, his head resting against the wall. His eyes
were glued to her. When he saw that she had spotted him, he quickly looked the other
way. But it didn't work. Liz had already spotted the heat forming above his cheeks.
Closing her locker door, she leaned back and stared off, pondering over the mysterious
guy.
I wonder why I have never seen him at school before, thought Liz. As she was
about to make her way over to him, the sound of the bell stopped her move. "Ugh,"
she said to herself. Spotting Maria making her way to her, the two friends made their
way to the office to get a pass so they wouldn't get a lecture from their teachers.
Walking into the class, Mrs. Taylor was looking over the morning announcements
that she would soon announce. When she looked up, she took her glasses and put
them on top of her head. "Maria, Liz, what can I do for you this morning," she asked,
leaning forward to look more closely.
"Mrs. Taylor, we were helping a freshman at his locker. See he was having a
small problem with getting it open," Liz explained. She looked over to Maria for her to
continue this story.
"Yes, and then we took it upon ourselves to go help him. He was very
appreciative of our services," Maria concluded.
"That was what happened," Mrs. Taylor asked.
Liz and Maria nodded their heads. "Well then! I must give you a pass," she
said, smiling at the two girls. Opening the drawer, she pulled out the late passes to
give to the two young ladies.
Filling them out, she didn't even need to ask what class they were going too.
They had been up their so many times, she remembered everything. Heading the
appropriate one to each girl, she reminded them that they couldn't have anymore
tardies for this nine weeks.
Once out in the halls, Maria let out an exasperated sigh. "Gosh, I can't believe
that she bought it," Maria joked.
"I know right," Liz agreed. Before they reached their class rooms, Liz put her
hand on Maria's shoulder to stop her. She had wanted to tell Maria earlier, but she
hadn't had a chance to. "Maria, earlier I saw this guy staring at me."
Maria grinned at her friend. "Was he cute?" she wanted to know. Liz laughed.
Liz nudged her friend with her elbow. "Maria," Liz said.
"Well was he?" Maria kept asking. Knowing her friend for as long as she had,
she knew that she was never going to let this subject drop so Liz had to give in.
"Yes! Are you happy?" Maria just laughed at her friend.
When they saw their teachers coming out from both classrooms, Liz and Maria
quickly froze. "Ladies, get into class now," Liz teacher, Mrs. Hardy said. Waving, they
dashed into their right classrooms.
Liz Parker, Alex Whitman, and Maria Deluca found each other at lunch through
the throng of students, wondering around, looking for friends. When Liz had arrived
with Alex with her, Maria was already seated under the shaded table. Liz and Alex
stopped by the snack machine, not once thinking about eating the unsanitary cafeteria
food. Standing in line for a coke, Liz began to smell the wonderful aroma of cologne
coming in behind her. The guy was standing probably six foot tall. Jeans that fit him
perfectly. And a shirt that perfectly showed off his chest. Keep it together Liz, a voice
whispered inside of Liz's mind. As he turned around, Liz recognized him as the guy who
was watching her this morning. She swallowed, trying to keep herself in composure.
When their eyes locked, he quickly walked away, his head bent low. "Sorry," he
mumbled.
While Alex was getting her a coke, she didn't even notice that he had witnessed
the whole experience. "Liz, come on. Maria is waiting," Alex urged. Waving his hand
in front of her face, she was brought out of her daze.
"Come on Alex," Liz said quickly. With a pull of the arm, the friends made their
way to the table.
As they reached the table, Liz ate her bag of chips in silence. Maria and Alex
exchanged worried glances. Reaching to put a hand on Liz's shoulder, Maria whispered
to her, "Lizzie, you okay?"
"Yeah, Maria I'm fine," Liz said, but never once looking at her. The rest of the
period Liz's thoughts were completely on the mysterious guy that she had met in the
line of getting a coke.