Magic

The Story Begins

"Students, I'd like you to meet Tyler Atwood. Tyler has just moved here from Albuquerque, New Mexico," my Algebra teacher, Mrs. Nixon, told her class.
Tyler was very handsome with a slight mysterious look; he had ripped muscles. His hair was flipped up, my favorite style of hair; and he wore a tight, black leather jacket.
Mrs. Nixon spoke quietly to Tyler and he left he side to go sit in one of the only seats left open; the one by me.
"Hey," he simply said turning toward me.
"Hi," I replied jotting down some notes as Mrs. Nixon began her class.
The class passes by quickly; and I as I am picking up my things I notice a neatly folded, black piece of paper on my desk. I open it up wondering if anything was on it.
When I opened it up to look on the inside, in white letters was the following message: "You, me; your car 2:45." I was confused about the note but just threw it into my bag and went to my next class.
At my last class I was literally counting down the seconds until class got out. Finally the bell rang. "I will see you all next week," Mr. Hems told us as we left his class room.
I had made sure that I had all of my things I would need in my backpack so I wouldn't have to go to my locker and waste time.
I was standing by my car at 2:44 when I felt a tap of my shoulder. I turned around and saw Tyler standing there.
"Hey girl," he said giving me a wink as he pulled a carnation from behind his back.
"Oh, smooth," I said sarcastically.
I turned my back on him and unlocked my car. I then proceeded to slid into my car.
"Hey," I heard someone to my right. I did a little jump in my seat and turned to see Tyler in my car.
"I'm not getting rid of you, am I?"
"Nope."
"Fine where are we going?" I asked.
"Here is the address," he said handing a piece of paper with an address scribbled onto it. I programmed my phone to the address and we headed out together.