Believable (r.a.l.)

Chapter One

Justine's POV
"What's up?" Someone says behind me. I turn my head to glance at who it is just to quickly look back in my locker, trying to think of what to do.

"Um... I'm fine thanks...." I shut my locker and face him. My crush since eighth grade. He's taller than me. About six feet. He wears a blue plaid shirt and jeans with black converse. He's got straight blonde hair parted to the side in a way. His hazel eyes stare down at me. "May I help you?"

"Absolutely," he answers and smiles. Damn. That smile.

"Well...?" I ask him when he doesn't continue.

"I've seen you around school. And I couldn't help but think-"

I look at him weird. "Are you spying on me? Okay, no. Wait," I cut myself off shaking my head. "Why are you talking to me?"

"Oh. That's right. The name's Lynch. Riker Lynch." He puts out his hand.

"I know who you are." I don't take it. I look at him, giving him the 'are you serious?' look.

I'm sure acting as if I don't have crush on him, I know.

He takes his hand away and plays it cool. "As I was saying-"

"I'm sorry. I've got to go to my class now. So will you excuse me?" I interrupt him right as the bell rings. "Thank you." I smile and walk away, the butterflies in my stomach subsiding.

Jesus. The first week of school and I'm already getting antagonized by upperclassmen. I can't have this kind of stress on my plate just yet. Not that it's a bad kind of antagonizing. But I'm not ready. It takes time to settle in with a new schedule and teachers.

Riker's POV
If only I could walk up to her and have a successful conversation. I passed her three times before I approached the younger girl. But I just got rudely interrupted and she walked away. What good was that?

At least I tried. At least I actually spoke to her. Even though she thought I was weird and creepy. I knew I should've used a better pick up line than 'what's up.'

I watch her walk away, her hips swaying as she does so. Her long, straight, chestnut brown hair flows behind her as she quickly disappears around the corner. And I stand there like a doofus staring after her.

Toward the end of second period, I sit at my desk in Math class spacing out. My eyes are glued to the back of Liane's head. She sits right in front of me in every class of mine. I have learned to admire the looks of her wavy black hair. I'm not the only one though.

Liane is the most beautiful and most popular girl in the twelfth grade. Everyone loves her because she is so lovable. She's got that sweet polite voice when she talks to you. (If you're lucky enough that she does.) Liane has her smarts and has participated in almost every school club at one point. She's just a wonderful girl.

"Okay Riker. What do you think about it?" I snap out of my thoughts and notice that she is facing me. And talking to me.

"Uh... I'm sorry. What was the question?"

She rolls her eyes but she still has a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Really? I just almost made Liane smile? By being dumb and not paying attention? Wow.

"The question is asking how we get the...." She looks at me weird. "What?"

"What?" I notice I was staring again and I quickly look down. "Oh sorry."

Liane smiles. "It's okay Riker."

That makes me kinda smile and I look back up at her. I see that she's staring at me. I try not to blush.