The Change Begins: Chapter 2:
"Actually no," The low voice laughed, "I'm not really the quarterback-goodie-goodie type." I spun around a little quicker than I intended and was met with a face-full of blue. A tight sky-blue shirt to be more exact.
I craned my neck up to see the guy's face and was met with the two most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. They were a pale blue and so light they were almost clear. His eyes were surrounded by bronze skin and a perfectly angular face. A tousle of blond hair was gelled into a wave on the top of his head and a smart-ass smile was under it.
I'll admit I was slightly attracted to everything, but I was not going to let him know that.
"Too bad," I began casually, my voice surprisenly calm, "The goodie-goodie types normally walk me to my classes so I don't get robbed or something." I twisted a brown strand around my finger and leaned against a locker, I wasn't flirting though. I was simply just...tired of standing and my hair was sticky with hair-spray.
He leaned in-front of me and planted both of his hands right next to face, his light eyes alighting with amusement.
"Ever tried walking with the robber?" His breath was minty and cool as he spoke, the way he said his words made a shiver go down my spine.
"Why are you offering?"
"N-" His answer was cut-off by a loud ruckus down the hall. I craned my head to the side and saw that the football team has arrived. Their matching red and white jerseys making them look like a flock of birds as they sauntered down the hallway. The perfection they felt about themselves was bright on their faces.
Archer's attention turned away from me to them and I couldn't push down the slight disappointment I felt when his fresh breath wasn't blowing on my face.
Shoot! I am into him....
"Archer!" A player called from the crowd, "Stop flirting and come see coach. You missed the meeting this morning!" Archer sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the little wave not having a strand put out of place. Okay, I needed to get a hold of myself. I just met this guy!
So I literally lifted up my hand and slapped myself across the face. I'm not even kidding, I had a slight red-mark and everything.
"I thought you weren't a goodie-goodie-quarterback type?" I prompted with a smile when he turned back towards me, letting my signature sarcastic tone seep back in. I was not about to go all love drunk on the first day of school.
"I'm not." Archer stated, giving me a lopsided smile, "I'm the bad-ass kicker." With that he sauntered away to the rest of the football team and I was left a hormonal stain on whoever's locker I was leaning against. My skirt was slightly hitched above my thigh, but I was too stunned to care. At least until a familiar football player spotted me and it wasn't Iggy.
"Max!" Fang called, his familiar black head bobbing through the crowd. His smile was so distractedly bright that I didn't even realize what he was doing until his strong arms wrapped around my waist. I let out a squeak of surprise before he spun me off my feet and spun me around right in the middle of the hallway.
"Fang!" I let out another squeal before he set me back down on my feet. The world spun before my eyes and I latched onto his arms before I toppled over.
That would have been embarrassing.
"Tall, dark, and social now I see." I observed, getting a hold of myself again. Two guys making my knees go weak in one day was not a good thing for me. Especially since one of those guys was Fang.
"Ha, ha, your hilarious."
"I know aren't I?" I gave my hair a flip and cockily smiled, which made him chuckle the low chuckle that made my insides turn to mush.
"What are you doing here?" He asked after a moment, "Not trying to break into my locker again I hope." He pointed behind me to the locker I had been previously leaning on and I blushed.
"Um..no..I'm here for the education my fathers taxes pay for."
"Really?"
"Yes. This is my school again and now I'm going to go find my locker before you hug me again." I took a cautious step back and he smirked. His muscles under his football jersey flexing as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm I intimating you Max?"
"What? No!" My voice came out unnaturally high and if he knew the real reason I was being so awkward I would probably die. I swallowed, "I just don't want your girlfriend getting the wrong idea of us on my first day back. Hugging a girl in the hallway can make girlfriends go mad if its not them."
"First off I was hugging my best friend and she knows that. Second, Lissa's changed and isn't like how she used to be. We can all be friends." His eyes were hopeful, but mine were not. I wasn't about to through everything I've been protecting him from away and act like nothing ever happened. I refused to accidently make him remember and end up another persons burden.
So repeating that in my head, I held my ground and made my face go blank.
"I'll see you around, Nick." Left before he could say another word or see the lost look I knew was on his face. If I can prevent history from repeating itself, I will, and my feelings for Fang will not get in the way.
Now where's my locker...
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