Carby Chapter 2 (for the Luby Ch.2 go to the next chapter)

I hid my blushing face behind my stack of textbooks. I felt like those piercing brown eyes were staring right through me, into my soul, my very being. "Hey," he called out in that way that was so absolutely charming. I looked up, wishing and praying that he was actually talking to me.

He wasn't. "Hey man, what's up?" asked his friend Mike as he walked up and high-fived him. I should never get my hopes up.

I snuck out of the main school building and went to sit out in an abandoned field, to think and wallow in self-pity. Pulling a recently rolled joint out of my pocket, I lit it and took a big hit. Perfect.

There are some moments in life, I reasoned through my stupor, that actually are worth living. So what if he didn't notice me. There are some little pleasures that just make everything great. Like this. As I contemplated, I leaned back and stretched out, the sun's rays enveloping me in a warm, comforting blanket…

I was awakened by soft footsteps on the grass behind my head. I lazily opened one eye, expecting an administrator or teacher here to reproach me. Lucky for me, I was wrong. It was him.

Those very same eyes I was admiring a few hours ago were now taking in my disheveled appearance (and maybe checking me out?!?). I scrambled to my feet and managed to stammer, "Umm… I was just napping… sleeping… st-st-studying…"

He smiled, a gorgeous smile, although I have no idea why he was smiling. "Mind if I sit down?"

"Sure," I said cautiously, not knowing his stance on smoking on the school campus. He plopped down and I followed his example, crossing my legs and looking up at his strikingly handsome face.

"I'm John," he told me and extended his hand to shake. "My friends call me Carter."

"Abby," I replied, emboldened and relaxed by hazy feeling still left in my head. This was one of the strangest encounters of my life.

"I've seen you around," he confided, like we were old friends. "You don't talk much."

"Not much to say, I guess..." Embarassed, I mumbled incoherently. He was so cute.

"May I?" he asked, gesturing to the smoke. I was still clutching it in my left hand as if it was my last connection to sanity. As he took it from me, our fingers brushed and I felt the slightest tingle go through my body. He took a long drag with the ease of an expert, and I was relieved.

"Come here often?" I asked as I took it back from him and enjoyed a long, sweet toke.

"Sometimes, when things get too much," he said. "It's quiet here. Nice to just think." Wow, he just read my mind.

I still couldn't get over the fact that John Carter was sitting here, having a normal conversation with me and not trying to leave. I mean, I know I'm socially inept. In fact, I'm pretty much inept at everything. But here we were, talking and getting to know each other… It's like there's a whole different person inside of me that is talking to him… and I can't help but like this other person.

Time flew by and we sat together for about an hour, discussing everything from our favorite subjects (science and Spanish) and number of siblings (we each have one) to our hopes and fears for the future (I wanted to be a big business executive, he a doctor). Afterwards he gave me a ride home in his car, and our altered states eventually led to a hot, heavy makeout session.

Before I knew it, we were parked in a deserted street, kissing and exploring and touching, and his hands were running all over my body. I stopped for air. "Hey… I… we… hardly know each other…" I struggled to form a sentence, or even a tiny thought as to why we shouldn't go all the way. But I couldn't do it. He was so sweet, and so kind and understanding and so damn hot! I gave in to my feelings and let the emotions overcome me, and I knew it was right. Right then. Right there. Perfect.

Thank you all so much for reading! Next chapter will be Carter's POV. Please, please, please review. I will seriously heed any advice, although I already have a little bit of the story planned out.