Chapter Three: Who's That Quiluete Cutie?

Okay, so the only reason the ride to school was fifteen minutes was because we stopped at the Dunkin Donuts. Every day. But we were hungry in the mornings, and ever since my mum got her new job, she didn't have much time to make us breakfast.

Sipping my coffee as Lindsay pulled into a parking spot, I glanced out the rolled up window. Swarms of students were just arriving, and there was still a good twenty minutes before classes actually started. Thankfully.

"Before or after school?" she asked, getting out of the car.

Following after, I looked thoughtful, holding my coffee cup to my lips. "Hm.. After. He's probably hardly awake yet anyway."

"Right."

Well, I was glad she was going to ask Tyler out, now she'd have a date to that dance coming up, and wouldn't have to have me fake dance with her as her fake date like the last time. Although, that was actually pretty funny.

She and Tyler would compliment each other nicely though. He was a good kid, she was a sweet girl, and they were both fairly nice looking. I could see it.

"Next big couple since Bella Swan and Edward Cullen." I joked, nudging her playfully and pulling a piece off of her chocolate chip muffin. I was expecting to be swatted away playfully, but there came no response.

I looked up at her, she seemed to be staring at something, following her gaze, I found it to be someone. A russet-skined, muscular, shirtless someone with a tattoo on his forearm. He had a chain hanging loosely from around his neck, holding some sort of pendant, and wore a pair of cargo shorts that hung just barely to his waist. He was... Very nice-looking.

Recognising him to be one of the boys from that reservation, La Push, I noted that those boys didn't wear much clothing; even though the weather was mildly harsh. His hair was short too, cropped just right with some careless strands brushed across his forehead. It was a nice look for him, whatever his name was, his hair resting just above his eyes.

His eyes, they were so familiar. It was like I knew him, but couldn't quite place where I'd seen him. They were watching me, just as I was watching him, and I couldn't surpress the heat welling to my cheeks upon his gaze.

Watching his lips twitch into a small smile, I could note from that that he was quite shy. He didn't seem as outspoken as the other boys from La Push, they all seemed so wild, but... I suppose by themselves they were more refined. Although, this just seemed like this was how he acted normally. I was fine with that though, I wasn't particulalry good at talking with people either.

It didn't seem like I'd get to talk to him though, just keeping his gaze as I walked by was good enough though. Lindsay and I walked towards the steps that he stood by, our heads turning as we walked away, his eyes following mine the entire time.

Turning to lean against the door, I simply fell into the pile of flesh that was my best friend and shook my head. "Hey, watch yourself." I tilted my head back over to the steps, only to see that he was gone.

"Safe to say 'yum'?"

We walked into the building. "Wonder who he is." I took another bite of her chocolate chip muffin, this time my shoulder was flicked for it.

"You have a bagel, and I'm not sure."

Whoever he was, I wouldn't mind to get to know him better.

Still slightly pink as we walked to Lindsay's locker, I wondered if I /had/ seen that boy before. It was a possibility. I mean, we headed down to La Push at least twice every year for the beach. Sure, it wasn't you normal tanning, swim-suit beach, but we just sat around and had a good time; sometimes we wen't diving though, surfing if the waves were right. Well, I didn't surf, but who we were with did.

Back to the point, I probably saw him before. We tended to mingle with them when we were around, learning a bit about their tribe, the Quileute, I think they were called. So I could have easily seen him before, although I don't recall many of them with short hair, unless he chopped it off. Either way, it was a nice style.

That must've been where I recalled him from though. Wonder if he really was staring at me though, and not Lindsay.

Turning around the corner, we walked to my locker, discussing this mysterious boy.

"Wonder what he was doing off the reservation." Lindsay said, putting in my combination for me, after I tried about half a dozen times and failing miserably. I never was good with lockers. ((I'm totally not either, so here she can have some of my traits xD))

"Maybe he has friends here." I reached in pulling out a few of my books for the first classes I had before lunch. "Or a girlfriend."

"Don't talk like that!"

"Hey, a boy like that's definitly not single." I said, nodding and closing the locker, pulling it back to zero. "...or he's gay."

Slap!

"Ow!" I rubbed the back of my head.

I was talking crazy, I know. But come on, what were the chances of a cutie like that wanting me anyway? I never had a boyfriend to begin with so, why would this random guy suddenly be interested. A boy that I probably never even said two words to, too.

The bell rang, we hugged goodbye. Her first period all the way across the school, mine just around the bend.

Who was the genius to give us Algebra II for a first period class?