The team sat at the table, letting the chatter of the lunch room surround them. Fulton looked around groggily. Then he realized that she was sitting at the opposing table. He stared at her, chewing his lower lip slowly. Russ saw the girl as well, and smirked at him.

"Looks like Fulton has a little crushy-wushy." Russ laughed. The rest of the team followed Russ's gaze, resting on where she was. Fulton swatted at Russ, while each person at the table smiled at each other. He sat down again, deciding to be more interested in his plate, then her, or the heat the spread across his face.

"Why don't you go talk to her? You might even get the chance to ask her out!" Charlie suggested.

Fulton looked back up at her, haing how his stomach twisted up in knots just by looking. He slowly shook his head.

"Nah. Maybe later."

"Come on! I dare you!"

"Fine! Just stop bugging me!" Fulton seethed. He pushed his chair back and walked over to her. She sat there for a few moments before she realized he was there. When she did, she smiled right at him.

'Oh God..'

"Hey, you want to sit down?" she asked.

All the words we was going to say had left his mind. His face felt like it was on fire, and he knew he was blushing for what seemed like the 50th time that day. His mouth opened, but he just couldn't get any words out.

"H-h-h," he stammered. It was just way too much. Her face was pulled into a shocked expression, and it was still so pretty. He swallowed whatever dignity he had left and shuffled back to where he had started. He sat down with a thump. How had it even gotten to that point? What the heck was wrong with him?

"Do you mind if I sit with you guys?" said a familiar voice.

He looked up and there she was standing beside him. She was pointing to the empty seat beside him.

"Sure!" exclaimed Goldberg, seeing Fulton wasn't going to respond.

She sat down and looked straight at him. "My name's Cameron McAllistar. I just thought you might want to know that."

She smiled. Fulton swallowed hard, and ducked his head down. 'God, she was a gorgeous smile.' he thought. He cleared his throat, determined to say something.

"My name is Reed. I mean Fulton! Reed is my last name. So, Fulton Reed."He stumbled over his words, kicking himself mentally.

"Nice introduction. You kinda sounded like James Bond there." she laughed.

He smiled back, relieved she found a joke in his awkwardness. They both continued to eat, feeling the silence grow between them. Especially since everyone at the table had started their own conversations. But he like the silence, just so he could study her face. Her eyes flickered to meet his.

"You know I'm sure if you just took a picture, it would last a lot longer." she mumbled.

"Too bad I don't have a camera." he whispered back.

She let the smile come, even though she didn't want it to. She was glad that he hadn't changed over the past three years. God. It was three years since they saw each other. No wonder he had forgotten who she was. Because the Fulton she knew, was never this shy. A small cough brought her out of her own confusing thoughts. Charlie was staring at her. As well as the rest of the team.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Have you been at this school for a long time?"

"Oh, well since the school starts at grade 9, no. But I have gone to school with basically everyone in this school since grade six."

"Do you actually like them or even this school?"

"No way! I hate all this rich snobs who go around thinking that they are better than everyone else. It really pisses me off. My brother and I work around five or six different jobs just so we could come here and have a good education. That's all."

"So you're not a preppy, rich kid?" Averman interjected.

She glared at him for a moment. Then she stood up and gestured to what she was wearing. A slightly big, ripped Nirvana shirt, black jeans (which seemed to be wearing out at the knees), worn combat boots, and faded leather gloves.

"I don't exactly scream cheerleader." she huffed as she sat down.

"Thank God" Fulton said.

Everyone stopped eating and stared at Fulton. He went along as if he had said nothing. Then he felt their stares and looked back up.

"Dang. I said that aloud." he groaned.

Everyone at the table burst out laughing. When they were done, Cameron got up to leave.

"Thanks for ltting me eat lunch with you guys." she said.

"No problem," Charlie replied.

She leaned over and whispered into Fulton's ear.

"By the way, you might want to work on introducing yourself without your friends around, Frankenstein. Although, I must say, the shy act is actually pretty cute."

He gave a small shiver. He shut his eyse tightly, trying to remember where he had heard that nickname before. But then he felt a little pressure on his cheek, and his eyes flew open. She had given him a small peck on his cheek. He felt happiness spill over him when he saw her walk away with her cheeks and nose flushing hard. She waved goodby and walked out of the lunchroom. And that's when he remembered.

He stood up quickly, his breathing getting quicker. It couldn't have been her. It just didn't look like her. She was short, not 5'7. And her hair was frizzy and short, not long and wavy. But then why had Cameron called him 'Frankenstein' when that was only HER special nickname for him?! He had to find Cameron. And fast.