I blush as I see that our eyes meet. Why would Charlie be staring at me? I continue writing until the bell rings and I quickly pick up my things. Ignoring the faces of the people who had ostracized me for my entire life, I race out the door.
My locker is just ahead of me and I spot Paul waiting beside it. What is it with this guy?
His hand is in his hair, moving it back in waves, and his strong features are facing Felicia Wordsman, the blond bombshell of the year. His jeans are the type that fit properly, but not too tightly and his shirt reads: The Future is Me.
"Excuse me," I say, flaunting my fake smile. "But you're in front of my locker and flirting doesn't constitute as an excuse."
Felicia stares me down and puts a hand to her hip, while Paul, realizing that I am near him, suddenly stands straight and has apparently forgotten about Felicia. "Lorena! Hey, how's it going? I was just waiting for you."
"Why?" I ask, without wanting to know, while stuffing my books in my bag. Out of the corners of my eyes, I see Felicia walk off with a scowl on her face.
"Okay," I pause, "What's so interesting?"
"How you've been around, but I've never really seen you. How was your day?"
I drop my bag and stare up at him. Charlie is tall enough to make his brother, who stands at six feet, appear short. I am near enough to lay out my meaning. "You're kidding me right? Why do you suddenly feel like caring?"
I can sense people walking by and I can feel the burning stares as they analyze the unfolding scene.
"Why are you so surprised, Lorena?" He asks, a slow smile forming on his face.
And then it hits me. "You know my name."
"Of course I do, why wouldn't I?" He smiles and steps closer to me. I can smell his cologne. "Did you maybe want to get a cup of coffee?"
I stare up at him and our eyes connect as I put two and two together. I don't move, but mentally I am doing a double take. "So, just because you're the first person in this high school; in three years, to remember my name, you think you have some special right to suddenly be all friendly with me?"
"Maybe, but you can't blame a guy for trying can you?"
Before I can move back, Paul's hands wrap around my waist and his lips are on mine. His cologne, his heat; his power engulfs me before I realize that things are slowly changing in this quiet world of mine.