Chapter 7- Tuesday

Hmm…What should I get the Cobb Salad or the cheeseburger? These are the questions that haunt me! Oh what the heck I might as well get the cheeseburger because who knows how long it's been.

"Well deary? Have you made up your mind?" says Clarinda the waitress. She has probably worked here all her life. Look at her wide rimmed glasses and a name tag that is so torn up it is barely legible.

"Yes I will have the cheeseburger and instead of French fries can I have onion rings?" What I'll just go for a run afterward? Fine but you better not order that chocolate cake! Okay okay! You just have to ruin all the fun. Oh quit pouting where would you be if it weren't for me; definitely not a movie star in Hollywood!

"Sweetie I asked if that was all?" Why is Clarinda giving me a weird look?

"Oh yes thank you so much." Now where did I put my cell phone?

"Hey Cassidy, mind if I sit here?" No way, it can't be. I look up to see none other than Seth Clearwater. Oh great this is going to be a long lunch.

"Sure its fine" You bet he's fine! God really did wonders on this boy. You better watch it. He is just going to turn into another player. Didn't you see him with that other girl? Plus how long do you really expect to stay in this dumpy town of Forks. No need to get attached. All right just calm down. All is said was he looked good geez no need to go all Dr. Phil on me.

"So what are you going to do today?" Seth asks sitting down.

"I am not really sure? Probably just go to the mall. I forgot how cold and rainy Forks was even in the summer so I need to stock up on warm clothes."

"Ya well that's Forks for you, but it is supposed to be sunny on Saturday. All of the pack in La Push are going to have a barbeque and soccer game. Do you want to come?" Seth looks really excited it's infectious, "Oh and of coarse Melanie is going to be there too."

"Okay I'll come it sounds like a lot of fun. I love soccer; I'm not too bad either." Oh if only he knew. My last television show I was the captain of the soccer team so I had major soccer boot camp training.

My dad used to teach me soccer since I was about three. I could barely walk, but I could kick a soccer ball. He coached my soccer team for four years, until I was seven. That's when he got in the accident.

"Are you okay?" Seth asked actually concerned.

"Of course, I'm fine" I say looking down at my uneaten food. When did that get here?

"Its ok you can trust me." And looking into his eyes I really believe I could.

"Hey baby!" and there it goes. I watch in disgust as the bleached blonde Barbie latches her arms around Seth. "Who is this?" she says while glaring at me.

"Listen Jamie, can we talk over there. Sorry Cassidy I'll be back in a second."

"Ya, sure take your time." She'll probably need it to understand what you're saying. I mean look at that girl. Well might as well start eating my food. Yuck never mind. Cold cheeseburger just isn't the same. I glance over at the two and Barbie looks pissed off. Oh well I am sure her 'baby' can make her feel better. I leave the change on the table and decide I better leave anyway. No need to see them start sucking each others faces off.

Once I get outside I let the cool breeze soothe me. I now realize that I jogged up to the diner and was planning on jogging back. Great now I am still hungry and I really don't feel like running anymore. I start down the street when I feel someone grab my shoulder.

"Hey, sorry about Jaime. I don't really even know her." Is that supposed to make me feel better? So random girls hug him and call him baby. That's real nice.

"Wait that came out wrong." I guess he noticed my questioning look. He ran a hand through is hair and I could tell he looked really nervous. It was kinda cute. And why was I mad anyway?

"Look its fine I mean I'm not your girlfriend so you don't have to explain anything to me." Do his eyes look a little disappointed? No I am just reading too much into this.

"Ya I guess. But you are my friend right?" Well we were I guess. I don't really know him that well but I think we can be friends. He seems really funny and nice.

"Yes, definitely" I say smiling.

"Well then friends don't let friends walk home alone at this time of the day!"

"But it's only two in the afternoon?"

"Exactly my point. Here let me give you a ride it's the least I can do. Didn't you say you were going to the mall anyways?" He asks like he already knows I'll say yes.

"Okay fine let's go." He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the parking lot. His hand is so warm. It's kind of nice. Okay it's really nice and my hands fit perfectly with his. Right before we get to the street he puts his hands over my eyes.

"Hey! I can't see." I try to swat away his hands only to be met with laughter.

"That's kind of the point. Now you are about to see the most amazing vehicle in the entire world. Made by yours truly, me." He opened my eyes and in front of me was a fricken motorcycle!

"Damn… that's a nice motorcycle. There's no way you made this all by yourself." I gave him a skeptical look.

"Well technically Jake helped some too, but it was mainly me. I love this bike." Wow I can't believe he built this entire bike. That is pretty awesome. When I turn back around to look at him he is taking of his shirt! Is this my early birthday present. Look at those abs and his arm muscles pulling of his shirt. And are those jeans just hanging a little low. One word yum. I quickly turn away so it doesn't look like I'm ogling him. When he grabs my arm I jump at the little spark I felt.

"Oops sorry, my shirt had soda all over it from what's her name," it's Jamie "So I had to put on this shirt but it's a little small." He looks over at me a little embarrassed and hands the helmet over to me. Let's see what is Auntie Linda's number one rule? 'Never get on a motorcycle with a teenage boy.' But is Auntie Linda here? No. "Let's go!"

Seth hopped on the bike and patted the seat behind him. I was about to put on the helmet when I noticed there was only one.

"Seth there is only one helmet." I guess I can't ride with him. He obviously needs a helmet and so do I.

"Ya, so?" he looks at me like I have to heads.

"So we both need a helmet! You can't ride a motorcycle without one." I give him back the helmet and "Why are you laughing?"

"Cassidy just take the helmet. I ride without one all the time. I have never gotten in an accident…mumble…wouldn't get hurt…." well I don't know about this. If we got in an accident I would always blame myself for taking the helmet and not him. And what was he mumbling about?

"Well-" before I could say anything he hopped on the bike and stretched out his hand.

"Even if I ride by myself I won't wear the helmet so are you going to come with me?" His eyes looked pleading so what the heck.

I put on the helmet and hopped on the bike, but now I don't know what to hold on to. There weren't little handlebars on the side.

Before I could even blink he grabbed my hands and put them around him, started the bike, and we were driving away. Oh my Steven Spielberg when he said the shirt was a little small he wasn't joking. My hands kept touching his perfect abs because the shirt was riding up. Okay so I was helping the shirt a little. I lean into his back and I hoped the mall was 1000 miles away.

What are you doing? Oh no. Go away I don't want to talk to you right now. Sorry but it doesn't work that way. Sorry Cassidy's not here right now leave a message at the beep. Beep. That wasn't funny. And stop trying to change the subject. I told you not to get attached and what do you do. You are practically latched onto him on a motorcycle. I thought you meant emotionally and so what if I am. I thought we already discussed this. You can't fall for him Cass- lalalalalala I can't here you. Ya you're really mature. Never said I was. Now go NOW! Hello… are you there?

YES!!!!!! Victory! Oh yeah, all me! (haha pencil holder ;) ) Now where was I. I start to move my hands just a little. Wow he is in such good shape. He must work out a lot. His skin is so smooth and soft.

I feel him shiver under me. Well he must be freezing. He is wearing this little tiny shirt and it is practically snowing outside. Plus all the wind from the motorcycle is so cold.

Since he is cold, I scoot closer to him. I mean it's the least I can do. I am really warm; why not share the heat. Well that's what I keep telling myself. I feel the motorcycle speed up.

He actually drives pretty fast. He must really not be worried about not having a helmet.

In only a few more minutes we made it to the mall. For me it was very disappointing. I hop off the motorcycle and take off my helmet. Seth quickly gets it from me and puts it on his lap.

"Thanks for the ride. It was so much fun! I really want to learn how to drive one myself."

"Sure anytime. I can teach you if you want." His voice sounds a little strange. Hmm I wonder why.

"Okay that sounds great. Well it's cold out here so I am going to go inside. See you around." And I really hope I would.

"Ya and don't forget about Saturday." Oh yeah. I can't wait for that.

"I definitely won't. Bye" I smile and turn away. Before I even make it to the door I hear the motorcycle start and speed away. Seth was definitely acting weird. Maybe he was just late for an appointment. Well better start on the shopping.