Weyland Yutani

God he hasn't seen her all day.

She's going to think he was using her, and sure she makes a great alibi but mostly he just really likes her.

He has the same lunch period as the seniors, he's in so many AP classes he might as well be a senior anyway, in fact he's considering getting skipped up so he doesn't have to come back to this hell hole next year.

She should be just around the corner sitting with Veronica and Duncan and he finds himself holding his breath as he turns the corner.

She's there.

Sitting next to Veronica, the bench empty beside her picking at some chinese noodles and looking at a textbook.

He's just going to go over there with his coffee and sit down next to her.

It's not a big deal, she's basically his girlfriend anyway, that seat basically has his name on it.

He takes a deep breath and crosses the quad to sit down next to her.

She looks up at him and a sudden flush floods her face.

"Hi." She bites her lip.

"Hey." He returns and is surprised at how shy he can feel with a girl he's felt up in the back of her tiny car.

"Beav." Duncan nods in greeting and his hands tighten around the paper coffee cup.

Veronica elbows him in the side, "Afternoon Cassidy."

His grip loosens and he feels the smallest pang of guilt at Veronica's curious smile and he finds himself running through nicer scenarios for the blondes death, quick relatively painless ways.

Veronica is looking between the pair of them with her I know what's going on here face and he hates it. Why couldn't he have met some 'nice' girl that wasn't friends with Veronica? It wouldn't have been hard, ever since Lily's death, she's been a veritable pariah.

Then again a nice girl, a proper nice girl wouldn't heat his blood just by licking her finger and turning the page of her text book.

He watches as Mac looks up at Veronica and a silent conversation passes between them.

"Come on Duncan I need your help with... something." Veronica tells him and drags the boy away. Cindy shifts in her seat so she can look at him better.

"So..."

"So?"

"Are you going to ask me out or just arrange a time to meet in a supply closet?"

"Is both an option?" He asks hopefully and a small smile cracks across her stern façade, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight?"

"It's a Tuesday."

"Yeah and yesterday was a Monday and you didn't have a problem with that."

"Yeah, cause I snuck out."

"Like out your window, pushed your car down the street? People actually do that?"

"I didn't push my car." She tells him simply and the image of her sneaking out her bedroom window in a skirt just to see him makes his heart quicken.

"And..."

She bites her lip and closes her book, slides it into her courier bag. His eyes are glued to her movements with an odd desperation, like they'll tell him what he needs to say to make her like him back.

"Look." She sighs, not looking at him, "I'm not usually so..." She shrugs, "wanton?" She turns to look at him.

"Me neither." He supplies because it's true, ask anyone, ask Dick, he'll tell anyone how much of a cold fish his brother is, followed by a 'must be adopted', "I just...I like you...a lot."

It's obvious in her bright expressive eyes that she had meant to blow him off, sure that he wasn't in this for real.

"Come over tonight and we can figure out what to do on the weekend." He smiles at her shyly, his fingers fiddling nervously with the lip of his cup. If she says no, if she ends this he thinks his body will just shut down, cause what's the point without the possibility of her soft skin against his, her bright smile and intelligent eyes. Without his name on her tongue what's the point.

God when did he become such a drama queen.

"What time?" She asks and he can breathe again. She's standing up, swinging her bag over her shoulder and looking at him with a flush in her face that is just spectacular.

"Eight?"

"Sure." She holds out her hand like she's waiting for something and he finds himself staring at her blankly, "give me your phone dork."

"Oh shit yeah." He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to her. Desperately trying to remember what his wallpaper is, please be something cool, please.

She smiles as his wallpaper comes up and it feels like a win. He watches her type in her number and send herself a message so she has his contact information.

She hands it back and walks away with a smile. He looks at the open message.

game over man! Game over

He closes it and see's the Weyland Yutani logo as his wallpaper.

God she has to be the coolest girl to ever breath, not only did she recognise the logo but she responded with a movie quote. God he wants to follow her and throw her into a closet and have his horrible way with her until he dies.

He lays his head down on the table and breathes deeply, he has AP chem after this, he can't have thoughts of her burning soft skin straining his pants.

Two people sit down at the table around him and he doesn't have to move to know who it is, Logan and Dick. Who no doubt watched the whole exchange from not quite afar enough and have come to make fun of his complete lack of skills.

"Your not going to spend lunch hour in the back of her tiny car?" Dick asks and he has the unfortunate luck to see him hump the air under the table.

There's a movement and the sound of Logan hitting Dick pulls his head away from the table top.

"Mac's a nice girl." Logan's tone is too...big for this to be his actual opinion.

He raises an eyebrow at the actors son.

Logan just shrugs, "I like her for you." He concedes.

"So glad you approve." He finds the words come out with heat and both Logan and Dick look at him surprised. After all sweet little Cass doesn't give them lip. He pushes himself away from the table and makes to leave. He looks at Dick sternly, "don't be around tonight."

"Ghostworld coming over on a school night?" Dick asks shocked a hand to his heart like he might faint at the very idea. Cassidy has the good sense to leave before he has to listen to Dick talk about hot nerd in nerd action.