"Fayette. You little sneak," Benny teased, unable to control that wide smile of his. Daring to open his eyes, Benny grasped Fayette's hand tightly as a sharp pain, caused by the light, hit his temple.

"Ouch, you're going to have some battle scars there, sir." With the hand that wasn't holding Benny's, she grazed the second bump on his forehead gently.

Benny, painful though having his eyes open was, couldn't help but gaze upon her features. That soft, oval face, in an expression of worry. Those rosy cheeks upon her pale skin. Those leaf-green eyes creasing from concern. Her long eyelashes. The way her daisy was tucked right above her ear into her short, honey brown hair. How she bit her lip when she felt apprehensive about something.

"Benny?" Fayette said uncertainly. "Did you hear me?"

"Oh, no. Sorry. Distracted by your beauty," he tried to respond suavely.

Fayette smiled. "Smooth operator. I was saying I feel as if I should ask you a question, make sure your head isn't too damaged. Ready?"

"Aye aye, Captain Fayette." He was regaining his confidence, despite feeling as though he could lose his balance at any moment.

"Right, sailor. First, your name."

"Benny Weir."

"I trust you on that one. Next question, how many fingers am I holding up?"

She held up one, but Benny decided to joke. "Three."

Fayette gasped. "Oh, no. You're seeing triple?"

"It's all right. I enjoy the view of three Fayettes quite a bit," Benny bantered, flashing her his biggest smile.

Fayette suppressed a grin, replying, "All right, I think you are doing just fine. Just go home, make sure to hold a cold compress to those bumps, and hopefully that cute little face of yours will be in shape tomorrow. If not, you could always pretend you're Worf." She winked, and started to walk away.

"She just made a Star Trek reference," Ethan said. In all honesty, Benny had forgotten his friend was there the whole time. He had been so distracted by Fayette, and Ethan hadn't said a single word.

"I realize that. The locker doors didn't kill my nerd-ocity."

"So, why are you letting her go?"

Benny looked to his friend, then back to where Fayette was leaving. "No idea."

As Benny ran towards Fayette, Sarah joined up with Ethan. "Funny how it took two knocks against it, but I think that boy is about to get his head right finally," she laughed.

Ethan just shook his head, as he and Sarah left in the opposite direction down the hall.

"Fayette, wait up," Benny said, clutching his head. "Don't you think you should maybe walk me home? Make sure I don't, I don't know...faint or die along the way?"

She observed him for a moment, sure that this was a ruse. However, she found something charming about him, clumsy though he was. She also couldn't deny how attractive she found him, with that wide boyish grin, that tousled hair, and those brownish-green eyes.

"Fine," Fayette answered. "I can't keep being your guardian angel, though." She smiled, letting him walk beside her.

They continued walking for quite some time, and it struck Benny yet again that he did not know where to go from here. 'Okay, Benny, you can do this. You've managed to get her to walk you home... When did I become the girl in this situation?' he thought. 'Speak words. Speak them now. You're just walking beside her, in silence. This has got to be awkward. What am I doing? I'm just walking and smiling. WHO DOES THAT? She's gonna think I'm insane...'

"Having a nice internal monologue?" Fayette asked, glancing at Benny with a smirk.

"What?" Benny said with a start.

"Well, you haven't said a word to me since we left the school. And it just appeared as though you were having an inner battle with your thoughts. You should see your face when you're thinking instead of speaking. The emotions across your face, it's like watching a one-man silent play."

"So that whole time, you chose to watch me struggle?" Benny put a hand over his heart. "I'm hurt."

"Let me know when you're not hurt. Pain seems to be the norm for you."

Benny laughed, "Oh, you know a guy for a day and assume he's a glutton for pain. At least wait until tomorrow to decide who I am."

"But tomorrow's Saturday, I won't be seeing you," she pointed out.

"Oh man, Ethan was trying to ask me something about the dance next Saturday before my face so smoothly reacquainted itself with a locker door," Benny remembered. "And hey, you weren't in science today. Why is that?"

Fayette looked confused for a moment, then smiled. "Oh, right. I wasn't in science. That's because the principal called me to the office. Apparently he tries to meet all the new students, I don't know."

"Sounds exciting. So where do you live exactly? Because I'm just right across that street, once you take a right."

"I live near the forest."

"The forest?"

"Yes. You know, where the trees congregate to form a home for small, woodland creatures."

"I know what a forest is. It just seemed like an unlikely place for you to live."

"I'm more suburbia, huh?" Fayette asked.

"No, more like from the heavens." Benny winked, causing Fayette to giggle.

"Oh, I feel like I walked right into that one. All right, Benny, you get home safe now. You don't know how many locker doors may be lurking around your house." She touched her thumb to her nose, and started to leave him to head for her house.

"Hey, thank you," Benny said, trying to sum up his gratitude for the day.

She wheeled around and saluted him, not stopping mid-stroll.

Benny watched the girl in the white dress with the daisy in her hair walk away, and he felt that maybe he should've said or done more.