Boy Meets Girl (Saturday Writing Essential)

"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...

 

Chloe's P.O.V.*

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 mom’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. “Hey there.”

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.

“I need to get my boy here registered for school. We just came from Texas.” The father began as he tousled his son’s hair. “An’ Austin here should be startin’ in the ninth grade, ma’am.” 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.

 

Austin's P.O.V.

I met Chloe Preston the first time I stepped foot in Riverside High. That girl was something, something different, and I should have known she'd be trouble.

I was yawning all the way to the school becuase my old man woke me up real early. You see, I had been up all night talking nice with this girl back home--just so she'd talk dirty to me. 

I was glad I showered, though. Nothing like meeting fresh hotties 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 she had to look away. I 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