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I nibbled on my crackers, and sipped my juice rather passivley. I mean I was there, eating, drinking, walking...but my mind was a MILLION miles away, or more like a little less than one foot away. Yes, Carter was walking with me to class, and I wasn't sure if I was more amazed that he was walking with me, or that I was still managing to put one foot in front of the other at a normal pace. I kept my eyes dircetly on the crackers, pretending on being interested. I had a tendency of making good situations awkward, like the time in first grade when I kissed little Phillip Grey because he gave me a yellow crayon. He didn't talk to me much after that, but it's probably only becuase his mom told him to stay away from me. But that was a whole other story, anyways, I just wasn't sure if I should look at him, or say something. I was basically socially retarted, literally. So as I stared at my crackers, trying to find something interesting about the way they crumbled, I noticed, with the use of my super periphrial vision, that he, Carter, was looking down at me. I mean I was tall, 5'7", but the guy was like 6'2", and thats when I'm pretty sure he smiled. I turned my whole head to look at him, but first I glanced forward to make sure I didn't run into anything, and amazingly he didn't turn his head away when i looked at him like any other highschool boy would've done, he just kept looking at me square in the eyes flashing these magnificent teeth at me. I smiled at him, a true genuine smile, I didn't do so purposefully, honestly I wanted to whip my head back around and pretend like I had seen nothing, but I didn't. Something in my sub-concience made me smile back. His eyes grew wide like he knew I never smiled, like he honestly knew I was smiling without consent, and that this really was genuine. Ahh, those perfect perfect eyes. But the moment was interrupted, because we had finally arrived at the door to the Vocational Building. He opened the door for me, so apparently chivalry wasn't dead after all, and I stepped in while whispering a silent, "Thank you," and he replied with a nod. It was a common courtesy kind of thing, nothing major. But in that nod, it seemed like I knew I would get to know him better, and that he would help me.

I didn't get anything done in First Block, I tried, I honestly did, but these visions of Carter kept popping in my head. But then again, it didn't really help that he sat right beside me, and was very distracting with his gazes that I always saw without looking directly at him. Everytime I saw him glance over, the corner of my mouth rise in a half grin, also unintentional, normally I would have went rigid in my seat, and frozen. All throught the class, this happened, and he again silently walked with me back to the main bulding, where I learned that he had Study Hall, just as I did. Honestly, I was dreading Study hall, whether Carter was there or not. (Well, that's not entirely true, it would be better with him there...*sigh*) But Study hall was always my least favorite class, though i was glad to see that I would be able to get it over with first semester. When we arrived at Room 101, I noticed a flourescent pink sheet of paper taped to the door. It read, "MR. HALL WILL BE OUT TODAY, HE HAS THE FLU. HE WILL BE BACK SOON, AND WE WILL LET YOU KNOW IF WE HEAR ANYTHING FROM HIM. STAY QUIET, AND STUDY. -Mrs. Dean (Library Manager)." We filed in the room and chose our own seats. I was about to pull out my work that I hadn't finished in 1st Blcook, when a pair of magnificent, porcelain hands stopped me. He stopped me gently, not needing to exert any force. By simply touching me, my whole body went numb, and that same shocking sensation zipped through my veins, and once again rested at the center of my body. I looked up at him, "Wha- What?" I asked this very questioningly. I tried to sound as inncoent as possible, as though I had absolutley no clue why on Earth he didn't want me to do my work.

"Umm, well I mean, I was thinking that we could get to know each other a little bit better, I mean unless you just really have to get that done?" I couldn't quite figure out if Carter was asking me a question or telling me something, the way he phrased things was utterly confusing, but honestly I didn't mind.

"Uhh...Sure. I-I'll do this...uhh, later. I guess. yeah." I realized how stupid I sounded after I had even spit out the words, but Carter seemed pleased, releived even.

"Well, great. tell me everything about yourself, and don't leave out one single detail." He prompted.

I couldn't fathom why he would even want to talk to me, yet alone know every detail about my very existance, but he was gorgeous, and I just could nto refuse, it was impossible.

I told him about growning up here, and about my parents, and the divorce. I told him about how much I had loved my grandmother, and her passing. i even mentioned the pain I went through when, Steven and I broke up. He didn't seem to pleased with that part, but then again it could just be my imagination. I shared about my dislike for BrookSide, and my pessimistic views. I told him about the dreadful weather changes here, he seemed to think something about that was funny. I told him about my mother and my sister, Ashton, and about her fiancee. I told him about how I loved to play piano, though I don't think I had ever really shared that with anyone. My own sister had only heard me play once, and that was because she was eaves-dropping. And then i moved on to the dreaded task, but it had to be done. I had to warn him about myself, I had to tell him he was better off not talking to me. I had to, though peolpe wouldn't really care who he talked to, or if he even talked at all. Staring at him would be good enoguh for anyone.

"And so...I mean. I guess what i'm getting at here is...well I don't really know how to...GAH. I'm just gonna spit it out, You really shouldn't talk to me. Not that I don't like talking to you or anything, but you're new here so i thought I'd fill you in. I'm the weird girl, I don't have any friends, none at all. I never really have. And I never will ahve any friends here in BrookSide. It would be much better for your social life, if you just stayed as far away from me as possible. In al honesty, I have no idea why you even want to talk to me in the first place, but I assure you, you're better off pretending you've never seen me before. Seriously." I told him.

It hurt. I had always known that everything that I had just spoken was true, but I'd never actually said it before. Not out loud, not to anyone. And it hurt. It left a burning feeling at the back of my throat, and my stomach hurt a little bit, but I knew I had done the right thing. It wasn't fair of me to let him go along thinkning I had friends and that he was just one fo the many people I socialized with during the day. I had lied to him once before, nothing major, but still a lie none the less, and I wasn't going to ever again. I mean, if he still talked to me...which he shouldn't...but he might?

My thought was broken up by the sound of his chuckling. He thought I was kidding! He honeslty thought I had lost my mind! What a jerk!...well, no. He was just...well he wasn't a jerk. I opened my mouth to try and object, but he shushed me. He got a hold of himself and began,

"Karleigh, sweet Karliegh. I honestly don't care what other people think of you. (he said 'other' the way you and I might say the word 'poo') All I care about is getting to know you, and from what i've heard from you so far, you seem like a very strong girl, and very oppinionated, very," he chuckled again," But you've basically told me your life story, and for that I am grateful...And now I will tell you about me."

He began his story, and told me that he was adopted, he was originally born in London, England. He had a brother, Derek. And a sister, Lilly. They were his real birth siblings, they came with him when he was adopted. Lilly and Derek were twins, and they were the oldest. They were both 20, and he was 17. He said he had originally moved to the U.S. when he was 13, to Cincinatti, Ohio. But when he turned 16, they moved to Washignton D.C. Now that he was 17, they had moved again, permenantly this time, to BrookSide, Alabama. He explained that his foster parents Jonathan and Greta, were pharmicists that had to move to fill positions. But once they had moved twice, they couldn't be moved again. So here they were in BrookSide, in my life now. The poor family, they had no idea what they had gotten into. Carter also shared that he enjoyed playing guitar, acoustic only, and that he was a composer. He, also like me, loved to read, the classics especially. It was astounding. He was perfect on the outside and inside too.

The bell finally interrupted us, though we hardly noticed. He told me lots about himself, and I shared too, not near as much as he did though. He apparently had no trut issues what so ever, and I did. Though i felt safe trusting him with my secrets. Which was strange, the only person that knew my secrets was me. And it had been that way for a long time. But maybe it was time for change. I waved goodbye to him as I traveled solo this time, to my 3rd Block class. The rest of the day went on uneventfully, but I thought of him. Always.

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