I left the school about an hour late. I had to stay after and help a teacher store some supplies. I hate being the kiss ass. Teachers see me, and they immediately fix me as that goody goody that can't say no. I guess they're right. I knew the bus' had left already, so I figured I would have to walk. As I approached the exit doors, I saw a person sitting on the stairs outside. At first I didn't pay much attention to the figure, but as I got closer, I realized who it was.

Shit.

It was her.

What did I do now? This was what I wanted right? Some random excuse to talk to her, well here it was. She was sitting out in the cold alone, looking sort of distraught. As much as I wanted to run, my feet wouldn't budge. Maybe if I left through the cafeteria exit... No. Adam, stop it. This might be your only chance to make yourself known to this girl. What do you have to lose right? You're not asking her to marry you or anything; you're just going to act friendly. She was new, and you are a potential friend. Wow, now I was convincing myself all the reasons why I shouldn't be a pussy and just go talk to her already. I lifted my head, trying to muster up the confidence, but my body and my mind weren't quite cooperating. I dragged my feet towards the stairs and gave it my best.

"Hey" I tried, standing behind her.

She slowly turned her head to meet my eyes. Wow, the first time she's ever looked at me… I could feel my knees start to buckle.

"Hey" she said with a half smile on, she seemed confused to see anyone still here.

"You're new right?"

"Hah yeah, New York kicked me out." She said half humorously.

"Well, if it makes you feel better this town kicks my ass all the time."

As sarcastic as that was meant to sound, it was kind of true. Even if the town itself didn't kick my ass, the people in it sure did. Ugh, Fitz.

She smiled at this.

"May I sit?" I offered.

She waved her hand as to motion me to sit down.

"Yeah, well actually… I chose to leave New York." She said with a hint of sadness in her voice as I sat down.

"The famous stars and city lights just weren't doing it for you?" I joked sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.

"Hahah something like that."

I made her laugh. Well that's a start I figured. It was better than making her run away or try to rip my clothes off of my body—and not in the good way either—like other girls have. Ugh, Bianca.

"Well, may I ask why a beautiful girl like you is sitting outside alone this late after school? Did you forget there was no clubs or sports today?"

Wow, that was a dumb question. Did I just call her beautiful? Great, now she probably thought I was hitting on her… Clubs? Sports? I didn't even know if she did any of those. How could she have joined a club so soon? She only got here yesterday. I repeated all of the stupid things I had just said in my head and I immediately started to mentally kick myself, but she only gave me a soft smile. Her face flushed a light pink. Was she blushing? Why was she blushing?

"Uhm, actually I was supposed to get a ride from a cab like 30 minutes ago, but they haven't showed."

"That's stupid. You should sue them." I smiled at her.

"Hahah maybe I will."

"Well, if it helps, I plan on waiting here with you until they show."

This time she looked at me right in the eye. Wow, the way she looked at me… and those eyes. Those eyes were so much more beautiful up close. She gave me this intense gaze which I breathlessly held, for a few seconds—it honestly felt like an eternity. I'm not sure what it was she was searching for, but she stayed like that for a moment, searching me intently with such intensity, before the rustling cab pulled up at the most inconvenient of moments.

"Speak of the devil" I said.

"Hmm… I guess you're my good luck charm. I thought that cab wasn't going to show."

I blushed at this and quickly averted my eyes to the ground.

"So what's your name?"

"Adam, Adam Torres. And you must be…?"

"Fiona… Coyne."

"Well it was wonderful to meet you Fiona."

Wow… Fiona. I loved the way her name sounded on my lips. I could finally call this beautiful girl by name.

"The feeling is definitely mutual, Adam."

She gave me one more wicked smile, before slowly turning to grab her stuff, before leaving to enter the taxi. I grabbed my stuff and walked towards the taxi with her and opened the door as she got in. This was my chance. It was now or never.

"Uhm, so look I know you're new and all… trust me I know what it's like being at a new school without knowing many people, and well I really enjoyed talking with you, and I figured maybe we could continue this another time." I said with my hands fidgeting in my pockets while my heart raced in anticipation for reject.

She paused for a moment looking up at me trying to read my expression.

"Give me your hand." She instructed with a smirk on her face.

I tried to steady my hands, which were shaking tremendously, and held one out to her reach.

She pulled out a pen and started writing numbers on my palm. Her hand lightly brushed mine as she removed the pen, and I swear it gave me shivers.

"I hope to see you soon… Adam Torres." She said looking me up and down before getting into the taxi.

Did she just eye me? I could've sworn she just eyed me. What am I talking about! She gave me her number! I can't even believe this happened. As the taxi pulled away I felt a feeling of confidence and astonishment. A girl, my girl… gave me her number! I was in shock, but as soon as the shock set in, my confidence was replaced by fear. Wait… she gave me her number. Now what?