A/N: Thanks for the reviews. And no, as of now I don't think that I'm going to make Cailin have superpowers. I think I'm going for the normal girl falls for hot looking superhero boy angle. Anyway, any suggestions would be appreciated.

Okay not the first three words I expected and for some dumb reason I can feel my hands coming into contact with the object that Mr. Highlights is pointing at.

I pull, he pushes. The bike is up. Didn't think those things would be so heavy.

"Why'd you crash the bike?"

A grunt. He actually grunted at me. Who the hell grunts at people? FINE.

"You incapable of words, dumbass?"

"You incapable of walking away, sweetass?"

I can't help it. I know the guy just insulted me, I think, but he's grinning and…oh crap…so am I.

He's staring now. "What?" I say. I give him the tilt of the head look with the my eyelashes are so bloody long blink.

"You're blocking my path."

Wow. He didn't even notice how hot I look.

"So? Move me." What? It was the best I could come up with.

I'm intrigued as he gets onto his bike, puts his helmet back on and revs the bike. I stand my ground with my hands crossed over my chest. He moves the bike an inch forward and raises the helmet visor as I involuntarily take a step back to protect my pedicured feet.

"Cute," he says as he closes the visor, shifts gear, and takes off down the street.

Cute? What guys know about what to call us fit into a very small cookie jar. Cute. What girl would want to be called cute. I mean sexy, luscious, bootylicious, curvy, sensual, gorgeous, diamond, or even hottie are way more acceptable. Cute. What a dickhead. A very cute dickhead with really nice hands and large feet…

And there I go staring off into space again. Imagining all sorts of dark, sensual thoughts about Mr. Highlights on the bike. What a guy. The highlights have to go. The mouth too. Well, the words that come out of the mouth can go, cuz that mouth is just too kissable. The body can stay. The body...focus girl. The dark clothes…well, the leather jacket can stay.

Crap. School. That's where I am supposed to be.