TIME WARP!

Now we're a little later on in the year. It's now February.

Now it's time to fill you in on a few things that'll come in handy in this chapter, and future ones.

The hot/ smart guy from last chapter's name is Ethan Moore.

Also, incase no one here's ever been in love before (gasp), when you are, you tend to be a bit of a klutz.

That's all!

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It had been almost a month since I met Ethan, and I guess you could say that he was my best guy friend.

No, not a boyfriend, a guyfriend.

Get it right.

But gosh, I wish he was my boyfriend.

…

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

I did not just say that!

Think it.

Whatever.

Still though, I have to wonder this. How come when I come near him I get a little jittery and suddenly become klutzy.

And just recently, something weird happened.

We were in leadership, suddenly my favorite class, and I was walking to my desk with Ethan, when, I got distracted and tripped over a desk, falling flat on my back and all tangled up in the chair.

I tried to unwind my legs, but my jeans got stuck on a screw, and sent the whole thing crashing down on top of me.

"Ow!" I cried, trying to lift the desk off of myself.

Ethan couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out, reaching down for my hand to help me up.

"Oh ha, ha. Very funny; laughing at other people's… WOAH!" I yelled, falling backward again.

"What happened?" Ethan asked, his chest heaving now.

"My jeans…are…stuck!" I said, grunting as I tried to yank them off of the screw.

"Nice." He said, squatting down next to me.

"Just shut up and help me." I said, raising my eyebrow.

Ethan shook his head jokingly and fumbled at the cuffs of my jeans.

"Geez, woman, how did you get it stuck on here?" He asked, giving my pants another tug.

"Let me see." I said, slapping his hand away and taking my jeans into my own hands.

I wiggled it around a little, and it finally it popped free.

"See, you just have to wiggle it loose. Duh." I laughed, outstretching my hand for him to grab.

"Well, are you going to be chivalrous and help me up or what?"

"Nope." Ethan said, standing up and starting to walk away.

"Oh no you didn't just be rude." I said, in my best imitation of some high maintenance blonde.

I laughed and lunged out, grabbing at his hand. I put mine inside his, and right as I did, I immediately froze, and so did he, telling me I wasn't the only one who felt it.

It couldn't be though… it just… wasn't possible… just my imagination… I couldn't have felt that… that crazy 'I-just-stuck-my-finger-in-a-light-socket' sensation. The very same one I had felt with not so much Raoul, but with Francois when he touched me.

And when I felt that, it seemed that something bad would happen. He could either be in love with another girl, namely my best friend, (cough Raoul cough) or he could turn out to be some lunatic who's going to kill me. AHEM François AHEM.

I let go of his had quickly and pushed myself off the ground, dusting off.

"Oh ew, I'm all dirty! Honestly, don't they sweep the floors?" I squealed, twisting my neck so I could see my back.

Ethan laughed and righted the desk, saying "You're so high maintenance."

I smiled and tossed my hair, looking the Elle from 'Legally Blonde'.

"You're just jealous of my beauty, that's all."

"Thank God I'm not eating anything, I'd be choking."

"Aren't you bursting with kindness?"

"Oh, absolutely."

See? See? Tell me that wasn't weird! I managed to play it off like, you know, nothing happened, but I promise you I felt it!

But I don't know if I want to feel it.

I mean, you know what happened the last two times.

And then, of course to make matters worse, there were Clair's invitations.

She was having her annual theme party, and this year was a horror type party.

Meaning that we're going to be renting some of the scariest movies ever created, and were going to be having the time of our lives scaring the other girls.

But then I was confronted with these things.

One: her mom and dad were NOT going to be at the party, seeing as it wasn't going to be at her house. Instead we're going to be at her grandma's house that was built in 1903, (that is ever so slightly creepy) due to the fact that Clair had to house-sit while her grandma was in Europe.

Two: I find scary movies idiotic, and pointless.

And the absolute worst thing EVER:

Guys were coming.

As in, they too were sleeping over.

With us girls.

All alone in her grandma's house.

With no supervision.