I didn't exactly know what I wanted to draw, but something was bugging me. Something was telling me to draw, even though it wasn't nighttime. I only drew the moon, and the night. I had never even tried to draw anything else. Before I knew it my hands were gliding across the paper as if they had a life of their own. I began with two almond shaped circles, and ended up with two dark eyes. The irises were in the shape of the waning crescent moon. The drawing was like nothing I had ever drawn before.

The next morning I was decided to ask Frank if he knew who Mr. Gorgeous was. To my surprise, Frank wasn't on the bus the next day either. Walking on to the bus was even more awkward that day. The worst part was I noticed Jack hadn't given up. He was sitting where Frank usually sat with a dumb smile across his dumb face. Inevitably I ended up sitting next to Jack.

I heard him sigh. "So, Celeste. I was wondering . . ." I interrupted before he could even continue with his stupid question.

"Why you're talking to me? Me too." I stared around me, and noticed how everyone never kept his or her eyes off of me. They all looked the same. Their eyes were curious, and their uniforms dull. I was one of them in that moment.

I heard a loud cough. "Wouldn't you like to, um, go out with me?"

I snapped my head his way, and his expression was hopeful. He suddenly looked more attractive than before. It wasn't that he had changed, but he actually had guts. His tanned skin made him look like he glowed. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe he actually dared to ask me out. Nobody had ever dared to. I was shocked. Stunned.

I was also nervous. "Uh, I-I don't know." The bust stopped at the right time, and I leaped out. Frank was waiting for me with a disappointed smile. Disappointed at him, no doubt.

I jumped in front of him with a real smile. "Hey!" His eyes widened with shock.

"Hey?" He made it sound like a question. I giggled, and we made it into the school. Jack had caught me by surprise, but that was it. No doubt I was going to snap back soon. Right?

"Are you okay?" I then remembered Frank was next to me. I looked up at him nervously.

I nodded clumsily. "Y-yeah, I think so." Frank was getting less nervous around me, it was comforting.

He made a perplexed expression leaning against my locker. "What happened? You seem pensive."

I turned to face him closing my locker behind me. "Jack asked me out." Frank heaved an eyebrow but didn't look surprised. He looked more probing than concerned.

Frank's clothes looked so baggy against his tiny body. Frank was tall but very slim. He practically swam in his school uniform. "What did you say?"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "I said I didn't know." Frank's expression changed completely. He seemed edgy, and his eyes held envy.

"Why? I thought he was a stupid jock." I could now hear his envy with every word he spoke. I trembled at the thought of Frank liking me. I only knew him for 3 days.

I struggled with my answer. "He is, but he had guts." I walked towards my first class, and I could hear Frank following me. It suddenly hit me, literally. I was on the ground staring upward trying to find the hug figure that made me fall flat. It was Jack. He had a grin across his face, and he leaned towards me to help me up.

"You should be careful." He spoke as near as he could, and his breath smelled like mint. It wasn't the good minty flavor; it was another kind. It was the red kind, the spicy mint.

I rolled my eyes, as I tried to stand. "You should watch where you're going. You're a bolder, you should know the consequences," I murmured. When I was standing I had him face to face, his face was soft and sweet. Jack was beginning to seem different to me.

The thought that had hit me right when Jack did, was still in my head. I tried to rock it out but it kept coming back. I knew Frank was jealous of Jack but I needed to know. The classes were slow of course, whenever you want something to go quickly they go slowly. Somehow the day managed to go in slow motion. Thankfully lunch had to come around.

Frank was sitting in a lunch table outside. I sat next to him without even looking towards the food. Frank stared at me wide eyed.

"What?" I asked desperately. He seemed surprised to see me sit with him. I had sat with him the last two days, hadn't I?

He shook his head. "Nothing, I thought you might sit with Jack." He pointed over to where Jack and his huge buddies were sitting. I shuddered, and looked back at Frank.

This time I shook my head. "Hell no. I do have a question for you." I watched how he breathed in deeply, and exhaled.

He blinked a few times trying to figure out what I wanted but he was unsuccessful. He nodded. "Yes?"

I slightly smiled. "Who was that guy yesterday?" I saw how Frank was trying to remember anyone yesterday. His expression looked as if he was living it over again.

The jocks were laughing now, and staring my way. I glowered at them, and continued staring at Frank. The wind blew against Frank's face exactly at the same time he reacted.

"Oh, the cemetery guy?" he asked relieved. He seemed to have worried if he had forgotten.

I nodded slowly trying to keep calm. Frank had already gotten jealous of Jack once. I didn't need an episode here.

He smiled wholeheartedly. "Yeah, the rich guy." My smile faded into a straight hard line. "His name is Beau Leighton. He's one year older than us, and he's home-schooled. Not to mention, he's really rich." Beau, it sounded like a cute name. He didn't look rich by what he wore.

I shrugged. "Do you know him?"

Frank shook his head. "No, nobody does. Well, only girls." He gave me a wink, and I looked over at Jack. Jack was staring at me out of the corner of his eye.

I rolled my eyes. "Is he a player?" I tried to sound as innocent as possible.

Frank took a sip of his apple juice. "You could say that."

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