First Impressions

A penguin in the in a desert, a fish out of water, out of place, this is how I felt on my first day of high school. Southwest Miami Senior High, student population: 7,000, was an enormous school compared to Riviera Middle which had a population of only 700. Room # 369, my homeroom, was found in building 3. As I walked through the wide hallways, I felt so insignificant amongst the towering juniors and seniors. Like I didn’t fit in with anybody. Then, from a distance, I spotted someone who looked like my best friend, Janise. The only difference was that her hair that only reached her shoulders was bright purple with pink highlights. There is no way that is Janise. This girl was standing on the tips of her toes searching for a familiar face, when she looked in my direction; she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sasha!” she yelled over the hullabaloo

When I got a closer look at the desperate girl, I was surprised to see that it was Janise. What did she do to her hair?

We ran towards each other, shoving people out of our way, anything to reach each other. When we finally did, we enfolded each other in a warm, friendly hug.

“What did you do to your hair?” I asked, though the answer was obvious.

“I dyed it.” she responded in a tone that made me feel extremely stupid.

I rolled my eyes, “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed.” I chuckled, “I’m asking for an explanation as to why you dyed it. You looked so pretty with brown hair.”

“But everyone has dark hair… I wanted to be different.”

I smiled, trying to hold back my hysteria, “Well, mission accomplished.” and burst into a fit of laughter.

“Where is your first period?” I asked after a good laugh and a long conversation about how great our summers were.

She pulled out a little piece of paper from her pocket. “Um… 369.” she answered.

With this response, I was full of glee. “Really? Me too.”

“Awesome!” she squealed with excitement. “Do you have any idea where it is?” she inquired with a chuckle.

“Yeah… I think it’s in the 3rd building.” was my reply.

We walked together, our arms intertwined, to class. While we searched in vain for the 3rd building, I observed some of the students. There was a tall blonde girl, probably a senior, staring at a guy walking down the hallway. It was obvious she thought he was hot, but he just rolled his eyes and kept walking. Wow, that was mean. We kept searching for our class, and at the same moment of our arrival, the teacher, a tall blonde man with a piercing on his eyebrow, was unlocking the door to his class. We walked in with the students who were already there. Some of them were seniors others sophomores and the rest were freshman, Janise and I included. When the late bell rang, the teacher stood in front of the class and introduced himself.

“Hello, my name is Mr. Hooper, I will be your drama teacher this year.” he cleared his throat, “We’re going to have a lot of fun in this class, if…. you are all cooperative, understood?”

The class responded with unenthusiastic mumbles. Mr. Hooper continued for a while about exactly what he expected from each and every one of his students academically. Then, as he finished his explanation of the grading scale, the door was pushed open, and a sweet aroma filled the room. I took a deep breath and the scent flowed into my nostrils and incapacitated me. I turn to look at the source of the scent, and saw a tall boy who’s skin was as white as driven snow on a cold winters night, with hair so dark brown, it was almost black and reached up to his shoulders, and the most unusual, but intoxicating eye color of dark violet. He wore a tight polo that revealed his toned body, and made most of the girls in class, including me, stare with fascination. He smiled and the room so dark, due to the stormy weather, lit up like the sun was hiding within his perfectly straight and incandescently white teeth.

I thought I’d seen him before, but I couldn’t think of where. Then, it hit me; this was the same guy the blonde senior was looking at. Well, now I know why she was staring so intently. He is gorgeous. “Hi, sorry I’m late, I got lost.” he said with a voice so deep and soothing.“Don’t worry; just find an empty desk so I can take attendance.” Mr. Hooper responded.

He walked toward the only empty desk in the class, and until he began to walk in my direction, I didn’t realize that the only available desk was the one in front of me. He moved with the grace of a dancer, but still maintained his masculinity. Then, before he sat down he glanced at me with a strange expression on his face. I couldn’t quite place it, but I think he looked hungry.

Mr. Hooper then sat at his desk and began to take role. “Janise Anderson.”

“Right here!” Janise said

“Carlos Bailey.” Mr. Hooper continued.

“Here.” the short, blonde freshman next to me said while staring intently in my direction.

Mr. Hooper continued calling attendance while I daydreamed about random things until suddenly, in my head popped up the perfect face of the boy in front of me, he smiled widely with enthusiasm, then said my name, “Sasha Meyer… Sasha Meyer!” then I woke from my trance while Mr. Hooper repeated my name a 3rd time.

“Here.” I said dazed.

“Alexander Moore.” continued Mr. Hooper

“Here.” said the boy with the voice of an angel who was sitting right in front of me.

He was so perfect it amazed me. I wonder if he noticed me. Who am I kidding? Why would someone so gorgeous even look at someone as plain as me? Just as this thought crossed my mind he turned to look at me, smiled, and said, “Hi, I’m Alex.” He held his hand out to me for me to shake it.

“Sasha.” I said as I reached out to his hand, but the moment I touched it, it felt so cold, I almost shivered.

“It’s nice to meet you Sasha.” he gave me another dazzling smile, and I returned with a shy grin.

“What grade are you in?” he asked with his silky but manly voice.

“9th.”I responded

“Really?” he sounded surprised, “I expected you to say that you were a junior.”

At this I laughed, “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” he said seriously, “you just look so mature. How old are you, anyway?”

“15. You?” I asked

For some reason he hesitated only for a moment then finally responded, “Me too.”

“Cool.” was my reply.

We talked the rest of the class about our old middle school and our families and everything else in between. Soon we were talking like we’ve known each other for years.

“Hey,” he said, “let me see your schedule for a second.”

“Sure.” I said as I pulled my schedule out of my binder and handed it to him.

He took it out of my hand and grabbed his, “Oh, my gosh,” He said after a long look at both papers, “our schedules are identical.”

“Really?” I asked hiding my excitement.

“Yeah, look.” he told me as he handed both schedules to me.

“Awesome! Do you know where any of these classes are?” I asked him helplessly.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it, just follow me.” he said

“Ok.” I responded.

When the bell rang, Janise ran up to me and Alex, “Hey, who do you have next?” she asked hoping we would be together.

“Um… some guy named Diaz.” I said

“Oh, I have Johnson.” she said, all the joy in her voice drained out.
“Oh, yeah I almost forgot,” then I turned towards the boy standing next to me, “this is Alex. Alex, this is my best friend, Janise.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Janise.” Alex responded.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Janise said mesmerized, obviously forgetting the disappointment she felt not 3 seconds ago.

I heard a bit of a double meaning in her voice.

“Well, we better go. See you, Janise.” I said.

Alex and I walked out of the classroom and he led the way to our next class. As we walked through the crowd, Alex put his hand on the small of my back, to guide me to Diaz’s class, and his touch made me feel like I was floating on air. When we arrived, he opened the door for me, I walked in, and he followed after me. When I sat down, he sat in the chair right next to me. Then, the short blonde boy from drama walked in and sat in the desk in front of me. He turned to me and said, “Hey, I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Carlos, we went to elementary together. I was the skimpy, black haired kid who all the kids made fun of.”

“Oh… yeah. I remember you,” I said, “and if I remember correctly, you had quite the crush on me.”

“Yeah,” he said embarrassed, “I do- I mean did.” he stammered meaninglessly.

I knew he felt awkward, so I was relieved when Mr. Diaz, a short, bald man with huge reading glasses, started the class. Carlos turned around, and from the corner of my eye I saw Alex staring at him angrily. I’m not sure why Alex would be so mad at Carlos when he seemed like a really nice boy. I’ll ask him about it when we leave, I thought. Unfortunately, in Mr. Diaz’s world history class we had no time for talking because he talked very slow and in the most boring tone. I’m surprised I didn’t fall asleep. The minute the bell rang, Carlos ran out of class to avoid any other awkward confrontations.

Alex and I walked out and I asked him, “Do you know that guy who was sitting in front of me?”

“No,” he said, “why do you ask?”

“Well, you looked at him with such intense hate in your eyes,” I explained, “I was thinking maybe you had some encounter with him in the past.”

“No, not at all. I just don’t like the way he looks at you.” he said with just a hint of embarrassment.

This response surprised me, “How does he look at me?”

“I don’t know how to explain it,” he struggled with his thoughts, “let’s just say I think he wants to do a lot more than reminisce with you.”

“Are you saying that you think he likes me? I haven’t seen him in 3 years.” I said.

“I know, but he obviously didn’t forget about you during that time.” he replied.

“Well, you look at me like you’re hungry, and you don’t see me complaining.” I joked.

He seemed to take this seriously, “What are you talking about?”

“Alex, I have eight brothers and the only expression they are capable of making is one of hunger. So needless to say I know what a guy looks like when he is hungry.”

He thought about this for a while and then shrugged. We finally reached our next class, English with Mrs. Perez, and again, we sat next to each other and talked whenever we got the chance.

He was so relaxed and such a gentleman. Unlike most boys, he looked into my eyes, not at my chest. Which was definitely a first for me, because all guys seem to notice about me are my “giant knockers” as they put it. For once in my life, I felt like a human, not an object. He was so sincere, he really listened to me, and sometimes I felt like he knew what I was going to say even before I said it.

The bell rang.

“Time for lunch.” I said with enthusiasm, due to the fact that I skipped breakfast this morning, as I got up.

Before I could blink twice, Alex was out of his chair and at the door, which was all the way across the huge classroom. I walked toward him, dazed and confused.

“Are you alright?” he asked with true concern.

“I don’t know.” I said awestruck, “How did you do that?”

“Do what?” he asked.

“How did you get over here so fast?” I inquired.

“What are you talking about, Sasha” he chuckled nervously.

“Well, you were over there and the--- never mind,” I shook my head; “I’m probably seeing things because I’m so hungry.”

Then, I walked out and heard what sounded like a sigh of relief escape Alex’s mouth. We walked to the lunchroom, his hand, again, on the curve of my back. His touch sent a shiver up and down my spine, not because his skin was unusually cold, but it was shiver of pleasure. We walked up to the long line. It seemed like hours until we were at the front of the line. When we finally got to the table, I realized that he hadn’t gotten his lunch.

“Aren’t you hungry?” I asked with a concerned tone.

He shrugged, “Not really.”

He didn’t seem compelled to continue, so I just began to eat my pizza. After I finished eating, he picked up my trash and threw it away. What a gentleman, I thought. He walked gracefully back to his chair and turned towards me.

“Sasha?” he asked

“Yes?” I responded.

He looked away, as if he was embarrassed, and murmured “Well, I was wondering if you would be interested in going to dinner with me tonight.”

This surprised me, but I said, without even thinking, “Sure. I’ll ask my parents.”

An enchanting smile drew across his perfect face. I smiled back, though my smile seemed insignificant next to his.

The rest of the day flew by so quickly. I sailed through Mr. Regalado’s science class with ease. I felt as if I was flying on a cloud. When the first day of school finally ended, Alex turned to me and said, “Do you need a ride home?”

I remembered that my bus driver would probably be waiting for me to get to the bus, but that didn’t matter to me, “Yeah, thanks. Let me just make a phone call first.”

I reached for my cell phone in my back pocket and when I flipped it open it began to ring. Emma, my bus driver. I mumbled under my breath in frustration, “She is so impatient.”

I put the phone to my ear and explained to Emma that I wouldn’t be going on the bus today. Despite the fact that she was still screaming into the phone, I hung up and put the phone back into my pocket. “I’m ready.” I told Alex.

He walked me to his car, again with his hand on my back, only this time he held me closer. As we went around the corner to where his car was parked, I saw a gorgeous blood red Porsche.

“Is that yours?” I asked amazed.


“It’s beautiful.” I said still mesmerized.

“Thanks, I’m a real car freak.” he chuckled.

“Really? Me too.”

“Wow! We have a lot in common.”

“Yeah, we do.” I agreed.

He opened the door for me. I sat down, and before I even had a chance to close the door he was already by my side starting the engine. I shrugged, and put my seat belt on. He took off with such speed that my hair began to whip around my face even though the windows were closed. We made a ten minute ride to my house in less than two.

“Right here.” I said as we almost sped right by my house.

He turned into my driveway. “You want me to come down and ask your parent’s permission to take you out tonight”

I thought about this, and then said, “That would be a great idea.” My parents would feel better if they met him before he picked me up.

Again, he opened my door for me. We walked toward my back door. I put my key in the lock and said, “If you want to impress them, make really good eye contact and be respectful.”

He nodded. I turned the key and took a deep breath. I walked in and told him to wait where he was. As I closed the door my mom squealed with excitement, “So how was your first day?”

“It was great, mom.” That was an understatement.

“Tell me more.” she clapped and jumped up and down, “Did you make any new friends?”

My dad beside her said in a very serious tone, “Did you meet any boys?”

I knew that when he said “boys” he didn’t mean friends. “Actually dad, I did, and he is outside right now, so please, please, please be nice to him.”

His face hardened with dissatisfaction.

“Please.” I repeated as I turned to open the door to Alex. He was waiting there just as I instructed him to do.

“Eye contact.” I mouthed emphasizing its importance.

He nodded. “Hello Mister and Misses Meyer. My name is Alex.”

“It’s nice to meet you Alex, you can call me Nancy.” my mom said politely.

My dad, stiff as a rock, mumbled, “Hello Alex, you can call me Mr. Meyer.”

My mom elbowed him in the gut, scolding him, “Peter!”

“Well, Sir, Ma’am, I was wondering if I could have the pleasure of escorting your daughter to dinner this evening.” Alex said in his deep soothing voice.

He is so proper!

My mother smiled, “Well, I’m fine with it.”


I turned to my dad with hope in my eyes.

My father just kept looking at Alex up and down, sizing him up. “Well, as long as you’re a gentleman and keep your hands where they belong…”

“Dad!” I groaned with embarrassment.

“… I’ll allow it.” he continued as if I never spoke.

“Thank you, Mr. Meyer.” Alex responded.

Then he turned to me and said, “I’ll pick you up at eight. Now the restaurant I want to take you to is a very fancy place so dress extremely elegant. Okay.”

“Alright.” I responded.

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and once again his sweet aroma paralyzed me. “See you at eight.” I said, my voice quivering.

He smiled, said goodbye to my parents, and left.

“I don’t like this.” my dad said the minute Alex walked out the door.

“Why not?” I asked annoyed.

“He seems too old for you.”

“He’s 15.”

“Really? Well, he’s very mature for 15.” he said surprised.

I rolled my eyes, “I’m going to go get ready.”

I ran to my room. On the way there, I found my brothers in the hallway, tensed. They obviously had heard the entire conversation.

“Who was that?” John, my eldest brother asked.

I groaned. He is so paternal.

“My friend, Alex.”

“Why was he here?” Nate, beside John, asked.

Again, I groaned, “What’s with the 3rd degree?”

Nate crossed his arms, “Why. Was. He. Here?”

“Fine. He was asking mom and dad if we could go out tonight.”

They continued with the interrogation.

“Where are you going?” Ronald, the youngest of my older brothers, asked.

Instead of resisting I succumbed to the grill session, “Some place fancy; he didn’t give an exact name.”

Andy, Carl, and Mike, the triplets, all groaned, and Carl said, “It’s official, he wants to get in your pants.”

“What!?” I practically yelled.

“He’s right.” Kevin said.

Then, behind him, standing on his toes, Wesley said, “Yeah, whenever a guy takes you to a fancy place, its usually so they can get in your pants.”

“This is absolutely ridiculous. I’m going to get ready for tonight, whether you like it or not, guys. I’m not 5 years old you don’t need to protect me. I very well aware of what guys want these days, but this guy is different. Now, move out of my way.”

They all sighed and went back to their rooms.

When I got to my room, I was so excited I could hardly breathe. What do you wear on a date with someone who is so amazingly perfect? After hours and hours of deliberation, I finally decided to wear, a silk gown, as white as winter’s snow that hugged my body and showed my curves. Also, white high heels with diamonds on the buckle. As well as, long white gloves that reached my elbows. Finally, my hair fell in an array of wild ringlets.

It was eight o’ clock. I was in my room waiting for Alex to arrive. The door bell rang.

“Sasha!” my mother called, “Alex is here!”

I took a deep breath as I walked down the hallway and to the back entrance of my home. There he stood in a black tuxedo which contrasted with his white skin. His long black hair was pulled back with some hair gel. Also, he held a bouquet of lilies in his left hand.

John was looking at him with anger clearly written on his face; when he looked at me I gave him one look. A look that meant death if he started anything. He saw the fire in my eyes and quickly wiped the anger off his face and replaced with forced merriment. I smiled as if to say: That’s better.

When Alex saw me, a huge smile drew across his face, “Hello.”

“Hi, Alex.” I said, returning the smile.

I walked to Alex and gave him a kiss on the cheek; he whispered in my ear, “You look beautiful.” and put the flowers in my trembling hand.

I pulled away and put the lilies to my nose, “Lilies… my favorite.”

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of blinding light.

“Mom!” I groaned embarrassed.

She tried to apologize, but she could say nothing beneath her exaggerating sobs of joy.

“Let’s go before the house starts to flood.” I whispered to Alex, jokingly.

He smiled and led me to his car. The night was beautiful; it was full of stars and the full moon was so low in the skies, I felt as if I could reach out and touch it.

“So where are you taking me?” I asked as he pulled out of my driveway.

“You’ll see.” he said with a perfect smile painted on his equally perfect face.

“It’s a surprise?”

“Yes it is.”

I smiled, “I love surprises.”


Instead of inquiring further, I turned my attention once again to the sky. It was the perfect shade of dark blue, the moon was so big and mysterious; I’ve always thought of the moon as a little piece of magic that comes out every night, even when times are hard, just to remind us that everyday holds potential for beauty. The moon reminded me of Alex; pale and beautiful.

Before I knew it, we were pulling into a parking lot. Alex got out of the car, went around the front, and opened my door; I got out, we were on the beach, I realized after the heels of my shoes sunk into the soft sand. I looked at him surprised. Why would he tell me to dress so elegantly to a beach?

Just as I was about to ask for an explanation, he simply repeated, “You’ll see.”

I looked at him, confused, took a deep breath, and nodded. I decided to take off my shoes so it would be easier to walk. He put my hand in his, I felt like I was flying, and led me across the beach to a little restaurant that sat on the far end of the golden sand.

I put my shoes back on. He pulled the glass door open for me; I thanked him, and walked inside. Immediately I understood the need for fanciness, the place was crawling with men in tuxedos and women with very fancy attire; I felt as if I stepped through time and into the 18th century.

“Wow!” I mouthed with amazement.

Alex was obviously pleased with this reaction, because he smiled and led me to our reserved table. The hostess brought us menus. I opened mine and couldn’t read one word.

“Is this in French?” I asked with a look of confusion on my face.

He started laughing quietly; I could see that he was trying to hold it in. He turned to the hostess and said something in the foreign language.

With a smile still on his face, he said “I ordered you the Cordon Bleu.”

“Okay.” I said with a sigh, “Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“Actually, I’m not that hungry.” he said with a chuckle, as if he was enjoying some inside joke.

This confused me even more than the menus, “Then, why did you bring me to a restaurant?”

“Well, I guess I just wanted to spend more time with you.” he whispered.

This response brought a smile to my face. That is so sweet! I thought, maybe he does like me. When this thought crossed my mind, the brilliant smile that made my heart melt grew on his face. The hostess returned with my plate; it smelled delicious. I picked up my fork and knife and began to eat the scrumptious meal that was placed before me. Alex watched me eat for a few minutes, and then asked, “What did your father say when I left?”

“That you were to old for me.” I responded with a smirk.

“Really?” he asked with a chuckle, and again I felt as if I was missing out on a joke.

“Yeah, and he was really surprised when I told him you were only 15.”

“I guess he’s just worried about you.”

“Probably. My brothers got really ticked off, too.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yep. They think I’m still a helpless little 5 year old who needs to be supervised 24/7.”

When I finished my food he asked, “Do you want to take a walk on the beach?”

“I would love that.” I said with enthusiasm.

He got up, put a few bills on the table, and walked me out the door. When we got the shore, I took off my shoes again so I could feel the water beneath my feet. It felt so good.

Alex turned to me very urgently, “Sasha, I need to tell you something.”

“Shoot.” I said curiously.

“Okay, this is really hard to say, but… tonight I had every intention of killing you.”

I chuckled and said sarcastically “Alex, if your trying to turn me on your doing one hell of a job.”

“I’m serious… I wasn’t going to tell you this, but… I’m…well, a vampire.” he said bluntly.

I looked at him to see if he was joking, but he seemed extremely serious. “Oh, my God… you’re not kidding.”

“My father said this would happen. You see when a vampire finds the human girl he is destined to spend his life with, it is impossible to kill her. And, no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to do it. It’s like there is this shield around you that will not let me pass.”

I let it seep in as he explained this to me, and found that it didn’t matter. I still felt the same way about him: enchanted.

“You know what… I don’t care.”

“Really?” he asked with smile on his face.

“Really.” I assured him as I lifted my hand to caress his face.

He put my hand in his and kissed each individual finger. This made me blush. He sat down on the sand and invited me to do the same. I sat next to him and dropped my shoes beside me. He put his arm around my shoulder, I put my head on his chest, and we both looked up into the sky. Suddenly, we see a shooting star making its way across the sky.

“Make a wish.” he whispered into my ear.

I closed my eyes and did as he told me to do.

“What did you wish for?” he asked.

I looked up into his gorgeous violet eyes, and whispered, “This.” and I leaned in to kiss him. I heard fireworks going off in my heart as it began to accelerate. His lips were moving in sync with mine and it felt fantastic.

Reluctantly, I pulled my face away from his and asked, “What did you wish for?”

“Well I made my wish a long, long time ago.” he responded.

“And, what wish was that?” I was curious.

“You.” he whispered.

I smiled, “Well, I guess that means we both got what we wished for.”

He smiled in return, “I love you, Sasha.” he declared.

My smiled widened, “I love you, too, Alex.”

His lips lowered to mine and kissed me as the moon reflected off the sparkling water, and shone on our love.

The End

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