_ Authors Note_ Hello! If anyone reads this story, I'm sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER. I'm a busy person, believe it or not. Haha. Anyway! I'm gonna continue now sooooo YAY.

-Adam's Point Of View-

When Halle left, I smiled. I would have done anything to spend more time with her, and now I'm getting the chance. "Oh crap." I muttered. I told her that Blake wanted me to teach her guitar. Blake didn't even want her to learn. I grabbed my iPhone off the floor, and called him.

"Hello?" His thick southern drawl made him so recognizable.

"Hey Blake... uh, I'm teaching one of the people on your team guitar. Alright?"

"Wait, What?" He said

"Uh. Yeah. Halle. She should learn so... yeah."

"I don't know why in the name of God you're doin' this but I honestly don't care. Looks like another win for Team Blake."

"Ha. Ha." I said sarcastically. "Talk to you later." I hung up and tossed my phone back on to the bed.

I let out a long sigh and closed my eyes. Halle was probably the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And I had seen a lot of girls. I couldn't get the image of her crying out of my head though. It was the most puzzling thing. She was so confident, she looked like the type who'd never cry. The type who never breaks down. Obviously there was more to her than what we all saw.

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I jumped up and ran to open it. There she was. Halle, brown hair tied up in a bun, in a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Even dressed casually she still was memorizing.

She looked down, "Uh hi."
I smiled slightly "Come on in."
She walked in slowly as if she'd never been here before.

"You want a drink or anything?" I asked her

She shook her head slightly and muttered, "No thank you."

"Okay. So, " I walked over to a stool and gestured for her to sit down. "Do you know anything about Guitar?"

She took a seat, and shook her head. "I tried learning when I was 12 but my guitar got ruined in the hurricane."

I shook my head. "I'm really sorry about that. But you'll pick it up fast."

She shrugged as I handed her the guitar. I stood behind her and put my hands over hers, directing them at the right strings. About an hour or so later she was practically playing "Wake Up Call," perfectly. There was one note that she kept missing though.

I pointed it out to her and put my hands over hers once again. She turned her head a little and looked up at me. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Suddenly her lips were on mine, I felt my heart pound and I kissed her back. I dropped the guitar and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I set her down on the couch. I was on top of her, kissing. Her lips were soft and delicate. My hand was tugging at her shirt when she stopped.

"Oh god..." She said quietly. "No. No. No." She pulled herself out from under me and ran out the apartment door.

I sat there, staring at her run away.