Chapter 3

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Adeline's POV
I had just made it out of 4th period and it was lunch time. All the kids ran to the lunch room like if they didn't eat in a few seconds they'd die of hunger.

Rachel was next to me when she turned and said, "Hey, I arranged for me and Steve to go to pick up a pizza."

"Who's Steve?" This news shocked me. I've never heard of a guy named Steve.

"He's my boyfriend. I knew him a few weeks before leaving for NY and before I left, we exchanged numbers."

"But I thought you parents said that you can't date until you're out of high school." I couldn't believe this. Rachel told me everything right away. Why didn't she tell me before. I know it seems like I'm making a big deal about this but in the 3rd grade, we had made a promise that we'd have boyfriends in college together since she wasn't allowed to date till then. I guess we're done with that promise.

"Yeah, but I talked to them and they were okay with it." She bit her lip nervously. "Look, I'll talk to you later and please don't worry. He won't make me forget about you. I'll let you met him some day. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you."

"Love you too." And then she left. Now I was all alone in a large cafeteria. With over 500 students.

I walked to the line and got my lunch. The million dollar questions was, where was I going to sit? I looked around but then I felt someone tap my shoulder.

"Hello." It was that Adam guy. He smiled at me while saying this. He was a really cute guy with jet black hair, brown eyes and the most adorable dimple on his left cheek. "Would you like to sit with me this lunch period, m'lady?"

"Um, I guess." He then moved his chin up motioning me to go to a table in the corner of the cafeteria. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. This guy was so mysterious, something about him just made me want to be with him more often.

We got to the table and sat across from each other. "So, Adeline, tell me about yourself." He played with the straw that was in the milk carton and kept his gaze on me.

"Um, I was born on May 17, 1998. I was born in LA. I have a dog named Lucky. My parents are both from the other side of the world. I play bass and piano. I like bands. I speak French-" Before I could say anymore he cut me off.

"Say something in French to me." He leaned back on his chair while saying this to me.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Say 'I'll be your darkest and most loveliest nightmare.'"

This boy will give me serious anxiety. They way his posture was and the way he looked at me made me have chills crawl up my spine. "Je serai votre cauchemar le plus sombre et le plus plus belle."

"I'll remember that." He smirked.

Again I could feel my blood rushing up to my cheeks, it felt like it was just me and him in the room. My hands and forehead began to bead with sweat.

He chuckled and handed me a napkin. "Here. You look like you just took a dive."

"Thanks." I'm such an awkward girl. I can't even have a conversation with a guy without looking ridiculous.

The lunch bell rang and I sighed with relief. Finally, the torture was over.

"I'll see you later and hey, you should come sit with me more often. I like your company. Call me sometime." He slipped a piece of paper in my jacket pocket and winked at me and left.

How will I ever make it through this school year with a guy like him around?

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