"Ouch! Watch where you're goin-"
I stopped mid-sentence as I saw who I had crashed into. Luke Aellos, on of the new boys at school, was standing over me, his gorgeous brown eyes carrying a look of concern. Behind him a worried crowd of onlookers (mainly my classmates) had gathered to make sure that I was okay. I realised then that I must look a sight, as I had loose pages of my French folder surrounding me, and my carefully arranged hair for the first day back, had been absolutely wrecked. After seeing that I was fine, my friends dispersed, my best friend Charlie shouting
" I'll tell Mr P where you've gone!"
As she sprinted down the hall. She presumed I was going to the medic room, I thought about skipping next lesson but then I remembered. Shit. I had been already late for my French test earlier, I dreaded to think how late I was now. But I was still sitting on the floor, so I grasped Luke's hand and stood up. No way was I going anywhere while he was here.
The Aellos boys had been eye candy the moment they arrived. They all had golden brown hair, luscious brown eyes, and were brilliant at sports. Secretly we joked that they all had six-packs, but it looked like I may get a chance to see for myself.
Just as I opened my mouth to apologise for falling into him, he started to say that it was all his fault! I mean, how polite?!
"No no" I protested, " I should have been looking where I was going"
"So should I" he grinned, "but.."(he continued) "to apologise for you ending sprawled on the floor, I would like to invite you to dinner".
My jaw dropped. One of the most handsome guys in the school had just asked me on a date. Or at least we were going to dinner together. Forcing myself to take some deep breaths I casually asked him,
"Where?"
"how about the Seashell?"
The seashell was the newest, most romantic restaurant in town, and really expensive. Too expensive.
"Are you sure?" I asked "I'm not worth that much"
"Sure you are" he replied, and winked at me.
"Now I'll see you after-" he picked up the last piece of paper from the floor "french. Meet you in the canteen, I'll be sitting at table 17" and with another sexy wind and a half-smile, he walked away.
I stood dazed for a few seconds, then I staggered down the corridor to French.
