Chapter Four: A Name That Compliments His Eyes

It was safe to say that I hardly paid attention during any of my classes.

Also, it wouldn't be fair to blame it all on the boy we saw earlier, Lindsay and I barely ever paid attention as is. Our conversations were always filled with randomness; inside jokes, Tyler, what we would do that weekend, or just afterschool, and, well, of course, we talked about the boy we saw earlier that day too.

Poking at her salad, Lindsay continued to blabber on about the many ways her theatrical self could ask Tyler out. I'm afraid my attempts to listen to her were only half-hearted.

My gaze was over at those Cullen kids. Sure, they were all really beautiful, but I never really took much fancy to them beforehand. It was only the three youngest left though, at a table with that Bella girl and all her friends. I couldn't help but notice the weird look I was getting from that Edward. It was almost like... He was reading my mind, or something.

He looked away.

Weird.

"Quiluete, am I saying that right?"

"Possibly?" I shrugged, uncertain. I tended to pronouce things improperly so, asking me that wouldn't be the best idea. "What am I, some Indian expert?"

"No, but you're apparently some wolf expert, right?"

She was smirking. I rolled my eyes. That wolf probably took a fondness to many a camper anyway, I shouldn't think myself special. He seemed used to people, almost a person himself, despite all the fur and doggie parts. Of course, saying I wasn't special, didn't make me feel great. I wanted it so that I was the only person who saw the wolf, or the only person the wolf took a fondness too.

He was my wolf after all.

The only good thing about having Seventh Lunch, was that the final class of the day was right after, then you could go home.-Or wherever else you wanted to go that wasn't school. Of course, the last period of the day, always did drag on. At least Lindsay and I had it together.

Chemistry. Well, wasn't that fun? Our teacher was up at the front of the class, conducting an experiment we would be tested on. Having the neater handwriting of the two of us, I was our designated note-taker, while Lindsay chewed my ear off with random stories.

So you pour that... In that... And it turns red? ...then why the hell is it blue, Mr. Turner? Oh, oh, okay, I see.

The class dragged on, until finally the sweet sound of the dismissal bell rang through my ears.

Glancing at Lindsay, I noticed how nervous she looked, almost forgetting that she was going to go ask Tyler out. Right-hand-lady to the rescue.

My arm linked with hers as we walked out of the classroom, heading to her locker first because it was closer. She smiled softly down at me, and I could feel her shaking. It wasn't that big of a deal, really. He was just a boy, and if he turned her down, that was his loss.

If he turned her down.

He wouldn't. I'm sure Tyler was smarter than to do that. Also, it wasn't like he was dating anyone currently, so that wouldn't be a problem. Unless he didn't want a girlfriend at the moment. Well, whatever, if he turned her down, my help for Lindsay to cope would be to say that he probably didn't like girls anyway, or that he was confused. That normally helped cheer her up.

He was out in the parking lot, waving away some of his guy friends and heading to his car. The perfect time to go get him, while he was alone. Why did I remind myself of an announcer off of Animal Planet? And then, the graceful Lindsay swept over and took her prey.

Well, something like that.

"Tyler, hey!"

I watched her run up to him, walking closely behind. I looked around at all of the people, my eyes finally resting on a boy on a bike. This time, he wore a red shirt with dark blue sleeves, and jeans. His hair was combed just as it was earlier, that small smile still playing his lips. I saw him watching me again, and, because Lindsay had ran off to talk to Tyler, I knew he was watching /me/.

I wondered just what he was doing back here, blinking twice as his hand motioned me over. He nodded as I pointed to myself. Seeing that things with Lindsay and Tyler were going well, I didn't see the harm in going over and talking to a cutie of my own.

"Hi," he greeted, hopping off his bike and holding his hand out. Boy was he tall, he had to be over six feet, towering over me like that.

"Um, hey." I took his hand to shake it, but instead he leaned forward, kissing my knuckles.

I could've squeeled. I did, however, feel myself blushing furiously. I've never been greeted with such... Style.

"I'm Embry." he said, smiling at me not only with those lips, but with those eyes. Those smoldering eyes that complimented his name perfectly. Those all too familiar eyes. "Embry Call, from down on the rez."

He made a hand movement in the direction to where that was, I smiled.

"Elisha Watson. But, um, most people call me Ellie." I introduced myself. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Embry."

It just flew off the tongue so perfectly. Embry. Embry. Embry.

"The pleasure is mine." he said, grinning a bit more to see his teeth. His wider smile showed he was comfortable around me, I found that silly considering we just met, but... It was also pretty comforting. "Hey, um, I know this is a bit strange, but... Would you like to go grab a bite to eat or something?"

"Yes, sure." I replied a bit too quick, despite the fact that I had just eaten, and wasn't at all very hungry. My reply was a bit too loud and enthusiastic, but it made him smile. I liked his smile.

"Great." he nodded, handing me a helmet to his bike. "You'll have to hold on tight, alright?"

I spun the helmet around in my hands, holding one up as to say hold on, then glanced back to go tell Lindsay where I was going.

She was gone.

"Well, okay." I laughed lightly, hopping on the back of his bike. I knew nothing about this Embry kid, but... Well, I didn't really find him dangerous.

...so I was a bit more naive than most sixteen-year-olds too.