Chapter 2

I rushed down the hallway toward my favorite class of the day, Orchestra. Yeah, I know that sounded geeky, but I absolutely loved playing the cello. I would always loose myself in the music and that's what I wanted to do right now.

Having exited math in a flash I was one of the first kids to get to the orchestra room, not that there were many kids at all. Our orchestra had about twenty kids in it. Four cellists including me, six violists, five second violins, five first violins, and one bass. I sat second chair next to an Asian girl named Rebecca. She was amazing and would probably major in music. The other cellists weren't very good.

I sat down in my seat and started to warm up. Soon other people filled the seats and we started our rehearsal. It was nice I let myself dive into the music and forget about everything else. We were playing an incredibly fun piece called "Motif".

Afterwards I met up with my friend Shelby, the bass player. We talked mostly about the piece and some other random stuff. We headed to my locker so I could grab my stuff for history then headed off to lunch.

"Hey Pup!" I called, spotting her in the lunchroom. Shelby and I made our way over to her. "How was French?" I asked as we sat down next to her. She stuck her tongue out and me and grimaced.

"It was terrible." I laughed at her face. "Madam Roberts made us do a speaking test in front of the whole class. But whatever…what about you?" I looked at her questioningly.

"What are…Oh." It was all coming back…Kyle…my drawing… Nichole. Shelby looked between us incredulously.

"Did I miss something?"

Pup looked at me surprised, "You mean you didn't tell her." I shrugged

"Tell me what?" Shelby's eyes flashed between us again. Then much to my dismay Pup launched into the story, of how Kyle did not take his eyes off me in advisory and how he met me at my locker. Shelby stared at me in aw.

"Oh stop it," I snapped.

"So are you going to ask him out or has he already asked you?" Shelby was literally bursting with excitement.

"No, he hasn't asked me and I don't think I'll ask him."

"But why not?" Pup inquired.

"You know how I am with guys. I've never had a boyfriend in my life. I can barley even talk to Kyle and I think Nichole's going to ask him"

"What, Nichole? That bitch." Pup spat, "that girl is such a slut. Do you think he'll say yes?" Her voice was nervous.

"I don't see why not," I replied, "I mean she is like the most popular girl in the whole school"

"Look," Shelby said suddenly pointing at something behind us. Kyle had just entered the lunchroom. He looked briefly around then headed toward a table with a lone girl who could only be his sister. She was extremely beautiful and had the same pale complexion. However Kyle had not taken four steps before being intercepted by Nichole and her cronies.

I stared wondering what he would do. Nichole started speaking to him, obviously flirting. I didn't think I had ever seen someone flutter their eyelashes so fast. She was getting really close to him, brushing up against him, clearly trying to show off her perfect body. Kyle didn't even flinch. Hot anger and jealousy flooded threw my body. I was surprised by the magnitude of my reaction; it's not like I wasn't expecting Nichole's action. She was one of the sluttiest girls in the school

Nichole pushed closer to him and attempted to grab his hand. Kyle then reacted; he gave her a look that clearly stated he was not interested and pushed away. Nichole fell into a chair. She was clearly surprised and irritated as she watched him walk toward who I assumed was his sister.

I let out my breath; although I wasn't even aware I was holding it. Unexpected joy swarmed my mind. Nichole being refused and especially by who was now the hottest guy in the school.

"Did you see her face?" Pup whispered with glee.

"I'm going to get my lunch," I said to my friends as they started to debate gleefully about Nicholet. The lunch line had now dwindled to just a few people. I noticed my walk had an extra spring in the step, and peeked at Kyle, who was deep in conversation with the other girl. He glanced up, saw me looking, and threw me a gorgeous smile. I blushed, my heart rate increasing and hurriedly grabbed a bagel and apple for lunch.

"Cris look at Nichole," Shelby said as I sat back down. I looked over and saw a look that could kill. Nichole was staring at me with a glare that clearly stated Kyle was hers. I grimaced, great just what I need, the most popular girl in the school threatening to kill me.

"I better get to class," I said after finishing my apple. Grabbing my schoolbag I threw away my apply core and headed for history, leaving Shelby and Pup behind. I did not really feel like talking to them about Nichole or Kyle.

Lost in my thoughts I didn't notice someone had been following me, until they were right next to me. I looked up started it was Kyle. How does he do that? I didn't even hear him approach.

I kept walking trying to ignore him, but of course I failed. The question that was burning my insides spilled out, "Who was that girl you were sitting with?" the words came out a little too fast.

"Are you jealous?" he said with a smile. Kyle hit it on the head. Yeah, I was jealous, though I would never admit it.

"No, I'm not," my voice increased in volume as I spoke. "Why would I be? We're not even together." I would have gone on, but thankfully Kyle cut me off with a laugh. It was light and musical making my words stop in my throat.

"Yes you are and that was my sister, Brea."

"Oh," my voice returning to its natural volume. I felt stupid, why didn't I just listen to my instincts. I knew she was his sister. Though for some reason I still I could feel strange hot jealousy coursing through my vein.

We continued to walk down the almost empty hall. My senses were hyperaware of my surroundings. People stared as we walked by whispers followed us.

"Isn't he hot."

"How did she get a guy like him?"

"Isn't he the guy Nichole was going to ask out?"

I ignored them to the best of my ability and instead focused on the boy who walked beside me. Every swing of his muscled arm, every brush of his smooth, cool hand was like magic.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked pulling to one side of the hallway.

"N-nothing," I stuttered surprised. In fact I had been thinking of something, but how would he know?

"Yes you are," he accused, "I can almost see the question bouncing around inside you head. He was close now, breathing slowly in my ear. I couldn't deny him the question any longer.

"Why did you turn down Nichole?" I asked in a rush. He looked at me.

"That's all? You just wanted to know why I ignored Nichole's invitation," he grinned. White teeth dazzled me as he surveyed my face.

"Well, yeah. I mean she is the hottest girl in the school."

"No she's not and you're jealous."

"What?" I blushed with surprise, he was laughing again. The most melodic laugh to have ever reached human ears.

"She not the hottest girl in the school. You are," and then he did something that totally blew out my mind. He kissed me, softly, on the cheek. His cool lips had the most satisfying touch to them as he brushed them along my cheekbone. "I've got to grab my books," he whispered in to my ear then disappeared down the hall.

I stood frozen to the spot, my head spinning again. How had I been so luck as to land with the hottest guy in the school I had no idea. I had just met him. I'm not sure how long I stood against the wall, but eventually Pup came up and grabbed my arm.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere. Anyway we've got to go; class is going to start in like two minutes."

"Oh, yeah, right." I hurried after her and we made it about thirty seconds before the bell rang. I sat down in my usual seat at a table with Pup and another quiet girl named Alyssa, who was currently buried in a book. She looked up and Pup and I sat down and nodded in greeting before turning back to her book. I lugged out the huge Euro history book from my bag and set it none to softly on the desk.

"Please be more careful with you book, Miss …" said a voice softly behind me. I looked up startled into sapphire eyes.

"Oh, um… Rivers, Cris Rivers. Sorry…" I mumbled. The man stood up to his full height and smiled. It was then when I remembered that Kyle's father, Mr. Grey now taught Euro. Though he looked too young, maybe thirty-five at the oldest, to have kids in high school.

"Good afternoon," he said in a soft voice that nonetheless carried over the room. "I'm Mr. Grey and will be replacing Mr. Bowman for the rest of the year. Unfortunately, his health requires him to take an early retirement." Some of the girls giggled quietly at Mr. Grey's last statement, since Mr. Bowman had to be at least the age of seventy and well into the time of retirement. Other merely stared at Mr. Grey; unable to believe they got such a good-looking teacher, Pup including.

However Mr. Grey was indeed more that good-looking he was downright gorgeous. He was tall and undoubtedly in shape with chiseled muscled that shown clearly under his neat dark blue shirt. His hair was a darker brown than Kyle's and also cropped short. His eyes were almost the exact same color as Kyle's; I thought maybe slightly lighter blue more like ice.

"Now, we will start where he left off, please turn your books to page 246." There was none of the normal grumbling as he said, although some girls were clearly coming out of trances, Pup including. "Please define these terms. It is to handed in at the end of class,"

I almost groaned, however it was stopped as the classroom door opened. Kyle strode gracefully into the classroom, walking right up Mr. Grey and handed him a note.

"I trust this will be the only time you'll be late Kyle," he said though not overly harsh. Kyle just nodded and looked around noticeably for a seat. I glanced around following his eyes. There was a seat open next to an incredibly nerdy kid named Josh, and another one open across from Nichole. Great, she was smiling pointedly at him, batting her eyelashes. Though somehow his eyes passed over the opportunity most guys would die for and settled on the open seat right next to me. I blushed and saw Nichole shoot daggers at me as Kyle sat down. I also thought I saw Mr. Grey giving Kyle a look of almost pure fury, but when I look back it was gone.

The rest of the class pasted by fairly normal besides the fact that all the girls in the class were staring at me in envy. I just barley finished the terms before the bell rang and was the last person to place it on Mr. Grey's desk, besides Kyle.

I was grabbing my bag to rush out of the room when I heard Grey ask Kyle to stay. I had a gut feeling that it had to do with me, so I did and eavesdropped from the outside the door.

"What do you think your doing Kyle?" I heard Grey spit at Kyle.

"What are you talking about?" Kyle's voice expressed innocents, though even I could tell he knew what Grey was talking about.

"Cris… you know you can't have a relationship, especially with –" Grey suddenly lowered his voice on the last word and I could not catch it.

"I can't resist her, Mark, her scent is too strong. You smelled her." Kyle's voice was beginning to rise in volume accusingly.

"You have to, we can't move again and you know that. It's getting too close."

All too soon I realized that was the end of their conversation. I ran as far from the room as possible and was just barley able to get to my next class, chemistry, on time. It was a good thing we were just reviewing, because my mind was racing from what I had heard. What do I smell like that Kyle can't resist me? Why can't he be in a relationship with me? And what is getting to close? And most of all who are Kyle and Mr. Grey?

The rest of the day past quickly since my mind was occupied with Kyle and Grey. I barley noticed what we talked about in my government class, something about communism. All to soon I was back at my locker grabbing the stuff needed for homework, my coat and hurried to catch the bus. I hated catching the bus but my uncle refuses to let me get a license; I always thought it was because of how my parents were killed.

It was snowing again when I got outside. Huge fluffy flakes that stuck to my coat and to the sidewalk. I look at my phone checking the time; I had approximately one minute to reach the bus. Hurrying down the walk to the line of busses, I slipped and slid on the snow covered concrete. My foot hit a particular slippery patch and I lost my balance.

"Whoa, you have got to stop slipping on the ice, Cris," I heard behind me as two hands caught me before I fell. I didn't even have to look to know who it was; his voice melted threw me like hot butter. What was he doing, I thought Grey told him he could not have a relationship with me.

"Thanks," I muttered as he set me on my feet for what seemed like the third time today. I turned to continue my way to the bus

"Where are you going?" he asked still grabbing my arm.

"Too the bus," I said matter-a-factly

"Why?" He gave me a wicked grin, "C'mon I'll take you home?"

"But the…" I turned around and saw the line of busses drive away, crap. "You did that on purpose," I accused. I had no choice now but to follow Kyle back to his car. Though I had to admit that he look gorgeous in the snow, white flakes clumped on his eyelashes and in his hair. He looked like a model walking on the icy walk without slipping once.

"No, I didn't. You just weren't moving fast enough." He eyes flashed and his grin grew wider.

"Fine, whatever." We cut through the school to the side door we had come in this morning and he led me to his car, still smiling.

"Stop it!" I snapped.

"What?" His voice was thick with innocence, eyes twinkling.

"Smiling."

"Why? What's wrong with my smile."

"It's annoying." I pushed past, refusing to look at him. He just laughed and let me beat him to his car. I was glad I remembered what it looked like. It would have been really embarrassing if I walked to the wrong car. I leaned on the door waiting for him to unlock it. Never taking his eyes off me Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. I heard the door click open and slipped in. Within seconds Kyle sat next to me in the drivers seat and started up the car.

We drove in silence; stared out the window though I could feel Kyle's eyes on me. This was so weird. I had never had a boy take a second look at me let alone drive me home or kiss me. Unconsciously I touched my cheek where his lips had brushed, it still felt numb even though several hours had passed. My mind continued to bury itself deeper into its thoughts and all were somehow connected to the boy next to me. I stared out the window determinedly not look at Kyle. I don't know why, but I had a feeling my desires would over take my rational thinking. To feel the touch of his cool lips again, to be held in his arms. The thoughts alone were almost unbearable. I shook my head trying to clear it.

"Cris," said the soft honey voice. I looked up startled and saw my house.

"Oh… I probably should go," I stammered and reached to open the door, but Kyle's hand grabbed mine. It's cool touch felt amazing, my heart started to pound uncontrollably. I looked up into his pale, dazzling face. His eyes were troubled.

"I'll…" he stopped and looked deep into my eyes, "pick you up tomorrow then?" he finished, though I could tell he was going to say something else.

"Yeah, tomorrow," Kyle let go of my hand and I had the sudden desire to grab it again, instead I forced myself to exit his car. Carefully I walked up the driveway trying not to slip and turned to wave but he was already gone. I hadn't even heard the car pull away.

A/N-- YAYA chapter two

i hope it is just as good as the first.

sorry for any mistakes

anyway hope you liked it and please review

Ca'Prudii