A/N: Hey I hope you liked the second chapter! Please R&R this one too! This chapter is when Morgan meets Cal. In this story, I'm going to make Cal a little closer to Morgan's age. So here it is!
Connection
I sat in the principal's office next to Bree waiting for the principal to actually arrive. Bree drummed her fingers impatiently. We didn't exchange any words, I was still a little tired and wasn't in the mood for talking. I haven't had my Diet Coke yet.
Then we heard a click of a door opening and in came Ms. Summers, our principal followed by the cutest guy I have ever seen. I went red in the face. I couldn't wrench my eyes off him.
Ms. Summers smiled, "this is Cal Blaire," she introduced. We both stood up and shook his hand. When we shook hands, I felt my heart flutter, my knees buckle and felt my face redden even more. Cal looked irresistibly good-looking. He has luscious curly-brown hair, which made me feel like running my fingers through it. He was so tan and dark which made him look mysterious. He was a medium build and looked very sturdy. But I was most taken by his eyes, so golden it shone like the sun. They were penetrating and powerful. They were so beautiful. Also when our eyes locked, I felt that he was different. I felt a vibe from him. He is more than he seems. Could he be… a blood witch? My heart skipped at beat. I knew we were meant to be together, we have a special connection. Can't he feel it too?
Then he glanced at Bree and gave her a flirtatious wink. She smirked. I could see she is enjoying this. I felt a pang of frustration. Why does all the guys go for her? Usually I couldn't care less, but why can't she leave Cal for me? She always gets what she wants, who she wants because she's drop dead gorgeous. Her face is so perfect, nothing out of place. She always looks sexy and stylish. Me? I'm just plain Morgan. My hair unkempt and tangled. My face is less perfect, my nose is off-centre. My clothes are so last decade. No guy wants me, only as a friend. I've never been kissed where as Bree has pashed every freshman guy in the school!
I suddenly felt self-conscious. I didn't bother to pick a brush up this morning so I still had a bad-case of bed-hair. I have bags under my eyes after all those late nights. I'm beginning to regret staying up so late.
I reverted my gaze back to Bree. I could see she has the hots for him. The desire and lust was all over her face. I frowned, all her relationships are only for fun, nothing serious. They don't last long so why should Cal and her be different? So Cal has to choose between me and Bree, a lasting relationship or just a fling, I told myself stubbornly. If we are really meant to be together, then he will choose me. We are meant to be together!
"So since you two have volunteered to be 'tour guides' you two will help Cal settle into his new schooling environment," Ms. Summers told the two of us. We both nodded. I could see that Bree was very happy about this.
Ms. Summers dismissed the three of us and we all walked outside. Bree automatically started clinging onto to him and flirting with him.
"My name is Bree," she said, batting her eyes, "and that's my friend Morgan," she pointed at me without looking at me. I felt annoyed. At least Cal looked at me and he gave me a smile. My heat skipped a beat.
"Nice to meet you Morgan," he replied before he was pulled off by Bree.
"Lets go to the café then we will give you a tour of this school," Bree planned flicking her long hair. Cal murmured, "ok," and they both walked off without me.
"It's ok," I called after them as they both turned the corner, "I don't want to go to the café anyway!" But I doubt they heard me.
I just stood in the hallway alone.