"Boy Meets Girl"
I used an excerpt from NBTAM for this piece, and in doing so, I had to creep into the mind of Austin Walker. Ooh, I'm glad to be out of there now. Enjoy...
I met my boyfriend before he achieved immortality. It was three years ago, the summer before ninth, and Caitlyn Rivers and I were helping her mother in the front office. Her momâ€™s a guidance counselor, and Caitlyn and I filed in exchange for perfect schedules. That morning, we were taking a filing break and sprawled across the speckled blue carpet, sipping on some mocha frappa somethings and flipping through a magazine when a deep Southern voice fell over the counter and landed on the floor. â€œHey there.â€
My eyes lifted from the pages of the magazine to breathing perfection staring down at me. A boy with the brightest blue eyes stood next to his grinning father. I blinked and looked again. He was definitely real, and slowly, he turned up the corners of his mouth. His smile sent a rush of emotions into me. Very pleasant ones. The kind that makes a girl get up and go to school in the morning.
â€œI need to get my boy here registered for school. We just came from Texas.â€ The father began as he tousled his sonâ€™s hair. â€œAnâ€™ Austin here should be startinâ€™ in the ninth grade, maâ€™am.â€ I snickered at his name, imagining a bunch of older brothers named Houston, Dallas, Antonio, and Galveston. I wondered all sorts of things about him in the minutes before we ever spoke, but mostly, I wondered if the scheduling goddess could put him in some of my classes in the fall.
I met Chloe Preston the first time I stepped foot in Riverside High.Â That girlÂ was something, something different, and I should have known she'd be trouble.
I was yawningÂ all the way to the schoolÂ becuase myÂ old manÂ woke me up real early.Â You see,Â I had been up all night talking nice with this girl back home--just so she'd talk dirty to me.Â
I was glad I showered, though. Nothing like meetingÂ fresh hottiesÂ when you look like day-old road kill.
Anyway, my dad made all the introuductions, and I caught the prettier one just staring up at me. I held that smile until sheÂ had to lookÂ away. IÂ knew how to smile at girls. I knew everything there ever was to know about girls. And I knew she was mine, all mine.
*Excerpt from Nothing but Trouble after Midnight. Read the first three chapters on www.nothingbuttroubleaftermidnight.com