One Of A Kind

Why Me?

I opened my eyes. What time is it? Why hasn't my alarm gone off? I looked at the clock and you will never believe the time I read. 3 A.M. Let me repeat that for you, 3 freaking A.M. Why? Why me?

I apparently crashed out. I am so out of shape. I walked 6 miles, 6 miles home and my body had the nerve to reward itself by taking a nap. I didn't complete my homework or anything. I have to, its so close to the end of the semester and I have to have close to a 100 in all of my classes incase I happen to fail the semester exam. I always have a back up plan. I have to start on it like right now.

Maybe it was the shock of what happened or maybe it was the fact that I couldn't stop thinking about Emmett Taylor, either way, two hours later I was still laying in bed thinking. I need to stop. I looked at the time. 5 A.M. I can still make it. I have two hours to do my homework.

I decided it was a good idea to walk to Starbucks to get some coffee to be more awake. I mean, they are now open, luckily. I put on the clothes I will be wearing to school today, just incase. I looked out my window. It's snowing. Great. Stupid Denver weather. Don't get me wrong, I love the snow, but not right now, not when I have homework due and I don't have a car so I'm forced to walk to Starbucks to get a coffee. Why do things like this always happen to me?

I put on my thick sweater with sweatpants and headed out. Maybe I should just do my work there and then walk back home to catch the bus. I mean Starbucks is only like two blocks away from my house. What a great idea.

I grabbed my back pack and began to walk to Starbucks. Its pretty chilly out here. I can do this. I put in my earphones and began listening to M83- Wait. I love this song. I don't know why, but I do.

There were absolutely no cars on the road, the area looked almost abandoned. Halfway there I began to shiver, I didn't know I would be this cold, I would of brought an extra sweater. I'm just a block away, i'll make it.

From my peripheral vision I saw a car begin to drive slowly next to me. Oh no, please don't kidnap me, I can't be kidnapped today. I need to pass my classes for crying out loud!

I turned my head towards the car expecting to see some scary looking guy but instead I saw the one, the only, Emmett Taylor. My eyes went wide. What?

He rolled down his window to his black Camaro and I took out one of my earphones. I'm confused, and worried. Is he going to talk to me? If he isn't then I just look like an idiot.

"Come closer" he said. Oh lord, his voice, his voice. Someone, please save me. I'm about to pass out. It's too much for me to handle. I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"Yes?" I asked. "Get in, I need to talk to you." he said. I looked at him in the eyes. His eyes. I've never seen them this close, they were blue from far away but from here they looked almost green. Oh lord. I can't.

"I don't know you." I said. "We go to the same school." He said. "That means nothing, you could be a serial killer and I wouldn't know it." I said gasping in the end. "But I'm not, just get in, I need to talk to you."

Should I get in? I really need to do my work, but I also want to know what he could possibly want to talk to me about. He never talks to girls. I stood there for a good thirty seconds contemplating on this. My mom would not be happy about this. I opened his car door and got in. What am I doing? He could kidnap me for all I know. I'm just stupid. Don't try this at home kids. What just took over me?

As soon as I closed the door I could smell his cologne lingering throughout the car. It smelt so good. It didn't smell too strong, it was just the right amount to practically have me to my knees.