Once in A Lifetime

He Talked To Me.

---Bella---

I was finishing my last red-iced tea, I was feeling kinda down because I just lost sight of TL, but fortunately, coffee jelly's here to cheer me up.

I stood up to get some coffee jelly at the buffet table, I grabbed a bowl and a spoon. After I already got some, I turned around and bumped into a hard chest, I looked up to see who it was and was stunned to see that it was TL, I was immediately trapped by his hazel eyes the moment I looked up at him. I felt like we were the only one in this place, and nothing else mattered---not even my coffee jelly.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" His deep voice sent chills down my spine in a very good way.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered. Ugh. Very nice Bella.

He smiled at me warmly. "Okay then." He said.

I walked away quickly, but then he caught my wrist and turned me to face him. "I'm sorry but what's your name?" He asked.

Oh my goodness! He asked my name!! Should I tell him? Oh no. He might not like it.

"Bella. Bella Taylor." I said, quickly.

"Enrique Dawson." He said, smiling. He took out his hand and I shook it. 'Oh how warm his hand is.' I thought to myself.

"Nice meeting you, Enrique." I said, smiling. I loved the way how I said his name.

"You too." He smiled back.

I walked away again, but this time he didn't stop me.

On my way back to our table, my dad noticed that I was happy. Too happy.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked.

"Uh nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

"Who's that guy?" He asked, pointing to Enrique.

"Oh uh j-just a friend, I-I think." I said, stuttering. Again.

'Quit your stuttering, Bella, he'll think you're lying.'

'Well thanks, captain obvious.'

I rolled my eyes thinking how pathetic I am talking to myself.

"Earth to Bella." Mom said, snapping her fingers at me.

"What?" I snapped.

"Woah there missy." Mom said, grinning.

"What's up?" I asked, sensing that there's something going on.

"Have you met Enrique?" Mom asked.

I was drinking red-iced tea and I almost choked. "W-what?!"

"That guy, Enrique, he's my student." Mom said.

As you can see my mom's a teacher at Beverly Hills High School, while my dad's a professor at Harvard, and me, well I'm a student at BHHS.

"I've never even seen him until now mom, so I'm sure he's not a student at our school." I said confidently.

"I thought he's your friend?" Mom asked.

"He is. Newly found friend." I answered.

Mom nodded her head and eyed me skeptically. "He's a transferee. Just so you know."

"He's the reason why I asked you to turn around a while ago, mom." I added.

"Why's that?" Mom asked.

"N-nothing. I just thought he looked familiar that's all." I said.

"Uh-huh." Mom said, clearly not believing me.