Caseys POV:

It was finally Friday. School had dragged on for what seemed like forever. And I was just greatful to be this much closer to my date with Paul. He said his friends were going to be there, so I guess it really wasn't a date. But I couldn't care less. I got to be with Paul outside of school. Which I was perfectly content with. I shook my head and stuffed the rest of my books into my backpack. I was a little to excited about tonight. I hadn't known Paul for more than a few days and I was already going crazy over him. I had caught myself dreaming of our wedding in Bio.

I don't know how long I had been standing at my locker when a huge shadow developed over me. I looked up to see Paul staring at me with one of those looks that made me feel like a love sick teenager. I smiled at him.

He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "What cha thinkin' about?" He asked.

"Nothing." I quickly shut my locker and began to head out of the school, knowing Paul would follow. He caught up to me in 2 strides and smiled his goofy grin.

"You were thinking about me." It wasn't a question.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't know what your talking about." I muttered.

He snorted. "You were so thinking of me." He stopped right in front of me blocking the exit. He put his hands on his hips and put on a girly voice. "I just love that Paul soooo much. He's sooo dreamy. Not to mention charming, funny, adorable, smart an-" I cut him off by hitting him in the chest.

"PAUL!" I narrowed my eyes. His goofy grin returned.

"Yes?"

"First of all, what I think and dream about is none of your business. Second, you have the worst girl voice I have ever heard. You sounded like a drag queen." His bellowing laugh echoed through the halls.

He grabbed my hand. "C'mon, I'll drive you home."

He pulled me through the parking lot of students, most of them staring at us as we pushed past them. The ridiculous stories I heard about Paul and his group of friends were hilarious. Some say they were on steroids-which could actually be true. Paul was pretty big. But others say they were nothing but trouble. And I couldn't see any trouble in Paul except the occasional temper tantrums he put on.

Okay. More than occasional. But he wouldn't hurt anyone unless they deserved it.

As Paul drove me home he was very quiet. He seemed to be thinking pretty hard about something. I raised an eyebrow in his direction.

"What are you thinking about?" I turned my body slightly towards him. He smiled.

"I'll tell you what I'm thinking about when you tell me what you were thinking about earlier."

I sighed. "Fine. I was thinking about our date. And you in general. Now tell me."

He chuckled. "I was just thinking about tonight too actually." I nodded as we pulled up in front of my beat up house.

He smiled. "I'll see you later?"

"Yep." I opened the door and climbed out when I felt his warm hand catch mine. He felt like he was burning up.

"Oh!" I pulled back. "Why are you so warm? Do you have a fever? If your too sick to go out tonight then we can go out anoth-" I was cut off by his hand.

When I stopped talking he took his hand off my mouth. "I just run a little hotter than normal people. No biggie. Pick you up later round' 5ish?"

I nodded.

I watched his car as he drove away.

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Pauls POV:

When the final bell rang I didn't even go to my locker to get my homework for the weekend. It wasn't as important as seeing her.

As I rounded the corner I pushed past 3 ninth graders. One fell to the ground and I had to stop and help him up. I rolled my eyes and sighed in irratation before turning back around to help him.

He was on the floor holding his arm. I offered him my hand. He hesitantly took it and I pulled him up quickly muttering a sorry before turning back around.

I ran down another hall way and there she was stuffing books into her backpack. Her face was adorable. She had a look of concentration like she was thinking hard about something. I surpressed a smile before walking up closely behind her. She whipped around and smiled at me.

I pushed some hair behind her ear. "What cha thinkin' about?" I asked. Her face turned a bright pink and I couldn't help but chuckle. She was so thinking about me. I know it.

"Nothing." She said and turned on her heel down the hallway. It only took me a few strides to catch up with her, keeping pace.

"You were thinking about me." I beamed. She rolled her eyes in irratation.

"Don't know what your talking about." She muttered.

I snorted. "You were soooo thinking about me." Her face fell pulling into an embarrased frown. I so badly wanted to see her smile again, to hear that laugh. I put my hands on my hips like she did some times and cleared my throat before speaking in a high pitched voice. "I just love that Paul soooo much. He's sooo dreamy. Not to mention charming, funny, adorable, smart an-" I could've gone on forever if she didn't stop me.

"PAUL!" She giggled and narrowed her eyes at me. Ah, there was that smile.

"Yes?" I asked.

"First of all, what I think and dream about is none of your business. Second, you have the worst girl voice I have ever heard. You sounded like a drag queen." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I suposse I did sound like a drag queen.

I looked at her for a moment. She was breath-takingly beautiful. It almost made my heart hurt to look away from her sometimes. Her gorgeous brown hair flowed down to her shoulders. And boy did she have amazing brown eyes to match. Green flecks were sprinkled in them. Her lips were plump. Perfect almost. And suddenly I had a picture of me kissing those lips. Glued to that body. I shook my thoughts clean before grabbing her hand. It fit perfectly in mine, like a glove.

"C'mon, I'll drive you home."

A/N: Sorry this chapter was kind of boring. It was the set-up for the next chapter.

I promise things pick up from here!