AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I had finals and I think we all know how much how enjoyable that is.

Anyways, this is a subchapter with Kristen's POV. But before you discriminate against Kristen and leave without reading this, you should know that this is the introduction to a interesting character that I made up. I've wanted to introduce him for a while but I was trying to answer some of the requests you guys had. So here he is.

Hope you all like him. Tell me what you think. :)

Also, I will be answering the question about Cam and Massie's history soon, so come back soon and check it out. ;)

AGAIN: No copyright intended. All characters belong to the wonderful Lisi Harrison (except this newly introduced boy) and I'm sorry if I don't do the characters justice, but it's my fanfic.

~HTW

5

Bus Station

-Morris Park-

8:15 AM, Monday

Kristen Gregory waited impatiently at the bus stop, tapping her ballet flats to an upbeat song playing from her Massie-hand-me-down iPod.

Ever since her parents had moved to a new apartment during "hard economic times" she wasn't able to receive rides from Massie, and therefore had to resort to…public transportation.

"What time is it?"

Kristen looked up to find a boy about her age, cute and freckled, looking at her intently.

"Huh?" She tilted her head and pulled out an ear bud.

"What time is it?" He repeated, tapping at an imaginary watch wrapped around his wrist.

Kristen mouthed an "O" and quickly checked her baby pink Swarovski watch, "Eight fifteen."

The boy's thin lips pressed into a firm line as he turned away.

"The bus isn't supposed to get here until eight thirty," Kristen reminded him, eyeing the schedule pasted on bright yellow construction paper.

"Oh, I'm not waiting for the bus." He explained, rubbing the soles of his tan Vans tightly together.

"But," Kristen narrowed her ocean blue eyes, "You're waiting at a bus stop."

"I know," He agreed in a sing-song voice, Kristen realized there was a light trail of a Australian accent in his words. As the boy turned back to face the road where bee-yellow taxis and expensive BMWs whizzed by—each carrying a different social class member of Westchester—Kristen began to examine him.

His blond curls had a light orange tint to them and his nose was bridged with freckles. He was wearing an argyle sweater—very typical prep boy—but strangely enough, he paired his clean-cut shirt with gray jeans and beige Vans sneakers. Unlike most Westchester boys, Kristen couldn't quite read him.

"I can feel you checking me out," He grinned at the road.

A flush of red spread across Kristen's cheeks faster then wild fire as she quickly snapped her head in the direction of the busy streets.

"It's OK, I'd check me out too if I had a mirror." He continued speaking to the cars whisking by. It was clear he was joking; sure he was cute in a goofy kind of way, but hot? He would never pass that off.

"I can't see why you wouldn't." Kristen nodded, feeling a smile grow on her nude lips.

"I know right?"

Kristen couldn't help but let out a snort.

"Why are you laughing?" He turned to her this time, "Robert Pattinson is a pledged pupil of mine, you know?"

"Really?" Kristen raised a brow, facing him.

"Yes, where do you think he gets his hair from?" He slid his fingers through his curls and grinned proudly at Kristen.

"Eww," She giggled, "He has horrible hair."

"I know," The boy leaned in closer and placed a hand next to his mouth, as if keeping a secret from the hectic streets. "I've been secretly sabotaging him."

"Hum," Kristen raised her head and nodded slowly as if taking in the Big Bang Theory for the first time.

"What's your name?" He asked, both hands in pockets, rocking back and forth.

"Kristen." Just as she answered a black limo pulled up in front of them. "What's yours?"

"Jacob." He smiled charmingly.

"Right, like vampires verses werewolves," Kristen laughed at the Twilight reference, "what is it, really?"

"Come on Jacob, get in the car," Kristen jumped a little out of surprise when the driver called to him.

"These lips don't lie," Jacob pointed at his mouth as he opened the door and slid inside, leaving Kristen standing awestruck with a dumb smile pasted on her lips in the middle of the bus station.

AN: So that's Jacob. What do you guys think? Want more of him? No? It's mostly up to you.

BTW: Sorry for the short chapter, I promise more later.