Hey you, It's me.

Chapter 3

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked him, while patting him lightly on the shoulder.

He turned to look at me and said "I'm alright. Are you okay stranger?" and grinned.

Did I mention that he has perfect white teeth that do not sprout out in 10 different directions? Cue the drool.

"Ha ha. I was just checking. You seemed a little off. I'm Jamie by the way, Jamie Sullivan."

"Nice to meet you Jamie, I'm Tyler Brown." We shook hands and smiled at each other.

"So I'm guessing you're new here?"

"No shit, Sherlock." I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic comment, which made him grin even more if that was possible and replied "Just making conversation New Kid" in an equally sarcastic tone.

I was thinking of a possible conversation starter, but the next thing you know, he was checking me out. And before I could snap my fingers and say Cut it out! In a dramatic tone he said "You're beautiful." and shut me up.

I have never been at a loss for words before, considering the fact that I'm a rather mouthy person and wondered what on earth he was talking about. I was 5'5, had blonde hair that looked more brown that blonde and wore very little makeup. I didn't have any extra body weight and was not flat in any of the necessary places, if you know what I mean. I did not consider myself ugly, but surely not attractive enough to be called beautiful by this insanely good looking guy standing before me.

"Shit. Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry, I don't know how this works, and I don't normally talk to girls so this is new territory for me." He rambled and I let the words sink in. New territory? Don't normally talk to girls? HIM? And then it hit me.

"Are you gay?" It made sense. Gay people are insanely attractive. Maybe it's the fact that you can't have them that makes them more appealing, I don't know.

"We've been talking about 5 minutes and you've already decided me sexual preferences?" he says, and starts laughing.

"So you're not?"

"Not as far as I'm aware. What made you jump to that conclusion?" he smirked.

"Well, sorry if I'm blunt but you are one fiiiiiiine piece of meat, and guys like you are normally playboys or... Well just playboys so when you said that you don't normally talk to girls I assumed that you're gay. But wait, was that a line? To impress me or something?"

"Why? Are you impressed?" he said and winked at me. Winked!

I thought about it and decided that I actually found the possibility that he isn't a playboy quite impressive.

"Heck yeah!" I replied, and we laughed and walked into school together as the bell rang.