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Chapter 3



As I looked around the hallway I adjusted the pink beaded flower in my hair and looked around. I was so nervous as Liz, Tess and Isabel walked in line with me. I couldn't help but not want to be with them right now.

"What's up with the flower? Isn't that a little spring-y?" Tess asked.

Isabel snickered and Liz glared at both of them.

"Uh, my dad just got it for me......." I looked up and saw that Michael kid's eyes locked on me. Liz gave him a look of disbelief. He looked like he had seen a ghost as he turned and walked away.

"Liz, why do you have to be so mean to him? It's not like we know if he really did that stuff." I know they say Michael supposedly brought a gun to his old high school, but I'm not sure I believe it.

Just then Billy walked up… like I needed anymore added stress. He put his arm around me and tried to kiss me. I stopped and so did the girls.

"Billy, look, I know you like me and all, but I can't do this anymore. We had some fun but there's nothing real between us." He looked shocked at first and then pissed.

"Whatever, I was just waiting till you put out, and then I was gonna dump your prudish ass!!!"

"Wow. Nobody talks to me like that." And then I slapped him. He clenched his fist and looked like he was going to hit me. What happened next was so surprising - a fist came out of nowhere and connected with the side of Billy's face. The fist was attached to an arm which was in a Metallica shirt. My heart started pounding and I was afraid to look up into his face. But, then I did. And it was Michael-fucking-Guerin. Wait, it couldn't be him that I was talking to online. I looked at both wrists; no wristband. Nope, it wasn't him. I was so relieved.

"You shouldn't even think about hitting girls." He looked at me and then walked down the hall.

"God, what a weirdo," Tess said and then looked at Billy where he was lying on the floor. She gracefully stepped over him, calling "come on girls, let's go" over her shoulder. And with that we walked in the opposite direction of the one Michael had taken. I wanted to go talk to him, but just then the bell rang and I headed to class… the class I have with him. I got to class and sat behind him, pondering what to do. Luckily, Mrs. Bell thought of something for me.

"Ok class, quiet down," she said, sounding annoyed as the second bell rang. "The announcements are about to begin and you all need to listen up!" Just as she finished speaking the loudspeaker came on.

"Hello, Roswell High!" Our principal was way too peppy, it was so annoying. "Today for lunch is Hot dog surprise! And tomorrow is the first pep-rally of the year. I hope I'll be seeing you all there."

Then we stood and said the pledge, and I just stared at Michael's hair. For some reason I was starting to feel drawn to him and that honestly scared me. We all took our seats and Principal Williams told us to have a 'grrrreat' day, like Tony the Tiger, before signing off.

"Alright everyone, today we're gonna do a fun activity. You get to be journalists! Now, I'm going to partner you up and then I'll tell you about the project. So let's get started; Isabel Evans is with Connor Liam."

"Great," Isabel groaned. Some of the people in class laughed and Connor just cowered.

"Enough! You are not to complain about who you're paired with. Ok, moving on, Cordelia Carpenter, you're with Jonathan Levenstine. Elizabeth Parker, you are with Alex Harris. Winifred Berkley, you're with Warren Meres, and Maria DeLuca, you're with Michael Guerin."

She went on but my mind stopped there. How am I supposed to work with him? I mean yes, he intrigues me to some degree, but working with him? I hope it's not for very long. I looked up and he was looking at me; then he smirked and it made me blush. I mean I tingled all the way down to my toes, so I quickly looked away.

"Ok, everyone, go and sit by your partner." I just had to move one table up; it was weird being at a two person table with him. "Good. Now, these are you seats for the semester." Everyone groaned "Now, take a good look at the person sitting next to you. That's your partner for the semester; anything you need a partner for - that's who you go to." I gulped. Michael was still just looking at me "Now, your first assignment is to just get to know the person you're sitting next to." I glanced up and Michael finally looked away. Mrs. Bell went around the classroom and handed out packets titled Part One.

"Shit," I cursed under my breath.

"Is there a problem Ms. DeLuca?" She glared as I looked up at her.

"No, no problem." I couldn't fathom having to do a project with Michael, it was just too weird.

"Ok, class, why don't you get to work on the questionnaire; after two days of questions we'll begin writing our biographies."

I looked over at Michael and he shrugged.

It was gonna be a long semester.

Chapter 4

The survey was even longer than I thought it was going to be. There was no way it was going to get done in a single class period.

"Look, Michael, we're probably gonna have to do this after school, so is that possible for you?"

He spoke for the first time in the five minutes since the teacher had told us to get started. "Yeah, uh, we could meet somewhere after school… maybe at your locker or something?"

I winced. That would probably be a bad idea because of the girls. "Uh, no, maybe not. Do you have a car? We could meet there if you do."

He nodded slowly like he was trying to think. "Sure, that'll work. I'd say we could go to my house, but my dad......"

"No, we can go to mine. Hell, we could be fucking on the couch and my parents wouldn't care."
He laughed a little and I instantly felt bad about it. But part of me was so attracted to him I didn't care. GOD! Where had that come from?!?

"Thanks about earlier by the way; it really was sweet of you." I blushed just a little.

"Yeah, it's no problem. I-I- I mean you're welcome. I see my dad hitting and threatening his girlfriends all the time, so..." He looked away and I could tell that he's embarrassed.

"Ok, so what kinda car do you have?"

"It's a blue truck. I'll stand outside next to it so you can see me." He gave a little half smile and my breath hitched in my throat. I'd never seen him display a single ounce of happiness until now.

"Ok." I smiled back and we got to work.

***

By the time the period was over we hadn't gotten very far; we only had the beginning done:

Name: Michael Guerin
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown

Favorite. . .
Color(s): Black
Food: Pizza
Drink: Grape Soda

Then the bell rang. I was kinda upset that we didn't get more done. This meant more time alone un-chaperoned with Michael in my room.

"So, after school?" Michael asked as we left the classroom. Liz looked at him with a horrified expression on her face as she stepped in between us.

"In you dreams, violent boy. Shoo, if we need something blown up we'll call you." She stared him down for what seemed like the millionth time today. I pushed her out of the way and looked at Michael apologetically.

"Yeah, so, blue truck, right?" I smiled

"Yep. See you later."

Liz rolled her eyes and Michael just shook his head and laughed.

I headed for my next class with Liz staring at me from behind like I had just called her a whore and slapped her across the face.

***

"Maria? Could you take the detention slip copies to the office for me?" As I headed out of Miss Evans study-hall I walked by the art classroom and I noticed Michael standing in front of a big canvas. What he had painted was beautiful. It looked kinda like a girl's face… it kinda looked like me. Could it be? No, it couldn't. I'll bring it up after school I guess.