oOoAbbyoOo

Walking next to Nick was like walking into prom with the prettiest dress on. Everyone stares at you enviously, but can't turn their eyes away because they want to hear what you are talking about. I could get lost just staring at him. I started to worry when he would look at me if my hair was too frizzy, or some of the curls turned flat and… He turned to look at me then, and I tried to wipe the somewhat-deranged look off my face.

"I like it. It is better than most of the places I have been. People are not this friendly in Maryland." He turned to smile at me and I thought I might pass out. I tried to focus enough to stop blushing. Ya right, like that was possible with him around. Don't stare. Don't stare. Don't do it.

I laughed a nervous laugh. "So… why Connecticut? It seems you have been to way cooler places than here." Way to go, Abby. Smooth. Talk about LAME!

"It seems like you don't want me here. Is that true?" He raised his eyebrows and gave me a sly and, dare I say it, sexy smirk.

How do I respond to that? But the words just flew out like I was talking to my sister and not a freaking Greek God like him. "Not really. I mean its going to be such a pain to have to show you where all of your classes are, and introduce you to people…" I trailed off to see what he would say.

"Oh. Sorry." He looked down not realizing I was kidding. "I can find someone else."

I scrambled for words. "I… was umm… just kidding. You're not a bother at all I like-"

He cut me off when he looked up and smiled again at me. I understood. He was testing me. "You're mean." I laughed.

"Thank you." He laughed. "So what were you saying. You like…?"

"There's no way I'm telling you now." I said. By this time we were in our seats side-by-side

"Oh, okay. I will find out one of these days, though. Mark my words. I will." He smiled that same sly smile as before. My heart beat was wayyy above normal now.

The teacher stormed in and our conversation ended. I rested my arm on my desk pretended not to notice the abnormal amount of venomous and envious glares shot in our direction. Than I felt his arm move and rest next to mine. I could feel the warmth from his skin. It shot through my body like an electric shock. It felt good to be next to him. I never wanted to move. He didn't move either. It was like our arms were glued. In fact, now that I mention it, super-glued. Gorilla glued, in fact. So strong that it was like… I can't even begin to explain the connection I felt. But I know that I was beginning to like this new seating arrangement. Getting more comfortable, however, not without sleekly keeping my arm where it was, I sighed and let a hint of a smile play across my face. That was until the bell rang. Stupid, retarded, good for nothing bell.

We got out of our seats and headed to the door. I told him where to go for his next class because I had chorus and he had general music. He looked up at me, and I could see in his eyes that he was sad. I probably appeared the same to him. I choked out a quick and almost inaudible 'bye' and turned to leave. He brushed my arm as he passed me. =]

oOoFangoOo

Have you ever met someone who you just want to just hold close forever? And when you leave her, even for a minute you feel like hell? Abby. My stomach turns to knots when I say that name. Why her? I can't like a normal girl. It's too dangerous for her to be around me. When I think of her in danger, captured by the Erasers, adrenaline courses through my veins and I feel like punching my fist through a wall.

I drag my drained body to music class. The rest of the day seemed pointless. My music teacher embarrassed me, by asking if I knew how to read music. I don't. By 7th period, I was starving and awaiting tomorrow. We bird kids eat an abnormal amount of food. But during school we have to appear normal. I barely noticed Iggy beside me because I was planning what to say to Abby.

"Hello? Anyone in there? Earth to Fang2-D2!" Iggy snapped, annoyed.

I looked up from my daze, almost happy to have a distraction. This way, when I talked to her, I wouldn't sound robotic. "Yea, sorry, man. How was your day?"

"Oh, you know. The usual. I got stuck in a crowd. Then that girl Emily grabbed my hand and led me out. I was surprised. Can you describe her to me? I wanna know if I should ask her out." He smiled and waggled his eyebrows at me.

I chuckled a little. "Brown hair, green eyes, shorter than you of course, and im pretty sure she likes you. She kept looking at you in homeroom." Iggy's smile widened.

"Thanks. Oh and will you just ask her out? Otherwise I'll have to deal with Emo-Fang for another day." I smiled. Iggy knew me so well. Sometimes it's hard to remember he's blind. And he was right. There was no way I was letting Abby get away from me until she is mine. 3