I sat in class that day that I first saw him. He was sitting two rows in front of me. When I got up to sharpen my pencil I got a glimpse of him. He had dark hair in a high and tight cut, his shirt had Dirks Bently on it and he wore worn blue jeans. I was so focused on looking at him that I didn't realize I was about to trip over someone's books. Too late I tried to catch myself, but I didn't grab onto anything. Out of no where a strong arm grabbed my waist and held me before I fell to the ground. He helped me up and when I looked at who it was I turned red. It was the new kid. Kids around me were laughing, but he just smiled and asked if I was alright. "Sure she is. She just fell over you." Said a boy named Frank. He is what you could call a bully, of corse if you ask me most of the kids in my school could of been catagorized as bullies. I turned redder than before, if that was possible. He didn't seem to notice though. He helped me back to my seat, somehow he thought if he would of let go of me I would fall again. I couldn't look at anyone around me, but I could tell that they were all staring at me. After that first class with him I couldn't stop thinking about him. Every time I passed him in the halls I blushed deep red, and stopped talking. All my friends think I have a crush on him, but I really don't. I just want to know who he is. So today thats going to change. We have three of the same classes, two in a row and the last class of the day, which is my next class. I quickly set my stuff down and look to where he sits everyday. He always comes in early, I take a deep breath and then I walk over to his desk. As I rest my hand on his table he looks up. His eyes are green and they seem to hide the world.
"Um, hi. We met a couple of weeks ago, you may not remember." He faintly smiled.
"Yeah, I wasn't able to catch your name."
"Oh yeah, I'm Carah."
"Well I'm Dillan, of corse you probubly already know that, right."
"Acually no, I don't hear much of the gossip of this school. I mean not that anyone talks about you or anything- I mean, well what I'm trying to say. Um, yeah. I should just leave." As I looked at his face he didn't seem like he was laughing but more like he understood. I turned to walk away when he gently set his hand on my arm.
"Wait, do you need a ride home today?" I looked at him as if he had read my mind.
"Um yeah, how do you know?"
"I overheard you talking about you having to walk home today with your friend in history class." Were we speeking loud enough for everyone to here? Summer and I usually talked quietly.
"Anyway, I'm headed out right after school, if you need a ride I can give you one if you want."
"Yeah, that'd be great."
"Okay sweet, I'll just follow you from this class to your locker, that fine with you?"
"No problem." I smiled and turned around. Did that just really happen? Did the guy that always makes me turn red in the halls, that my friends think I have a crush on, really just offer to give me a ride home? Well, wasn't that my plan all the time? I just didn't believe that it would work. I quietly sat in my seat. The rest of that class couldn't be over fast enough. Somehow math class seems to always take forever. All those x²'s and √Y's and sum of what ever the teacher is talking about, it takes forever. Finally the bell rang and I got up fast and quickly gathered my stuff. When I looked up he was smiling and standing right in front of my desk. I laughed nervously.
"Sorry, I have a lot of stuff." He reached down and picked up my binder and math book with one hand and held them in his arm with ease as though they didn't weigh fifteen pounds like they did for me.
"Here, let me help." I grabbed the rest of my stuff and sudenly looked around as if I was scared to see someone look at him with me, carring my books. Then I started for the door with a hushed thanks. When I stopped in the halls to try not to get ran over I assumed that if he was following me he would of ran into me, but he didn't. And when I looked behind me, there he was waiting patiently with my books in his right hand and his in his left. I was about to grab my stuff when he jerked his head forward and when I turned back around there was a big space. We quickly walked down the halls to our hallway and down to my locker. 3451A. Combination 12-37-09. I turned around and he handed me my books and I set them in my locker. Then I checked my planner. No homework in math, history, english, or writting. I put my planner in my backpack and the book I was reading and pulled it out of my locker. With a quick swift movment I shut my locker and ran into Dillan. I felt him chuckle and then heard it slip out his mouth as he moved out of my way.
"Sorry, I'm not use to walking with someone." I walk too fast for my friends to keep up, and I don't walk with anyone else usually, todays an off day for me.
"That's okay, I understand." I huffed a laugh and then made my way down the hall. Finally we made it to the exit that lead to the student parking. When I reached the sidewalk I stopped and realized something. I turned around and Dillan stood right there with his books delicatly held in his left hand, though I know he didn't have homework.
"I don't know what I'm doing. You should lead, you know where your car is, I don't." He grinned.
"I bet you could find her. And I drive a truck." Oh well that narrowed it down. The only spots in the parking lot that where made to have trucks park where in the back.
"How far back do we have to go?" He started walking and he turned around to face me.
"You'll see." His smile was mischevious like he knew something funny. I followed behind him, not too close though. Whenever we would come in a break in the cars he would look both ways and pass. Then if a car was coming he would wait for it to pass. When we were almost to the back of the lot when he walked out and I followed then out of nowhere came a black Mazerati exceeding the speed limit and I was right in the path for it, and like a deer in head lights I froze. In the last second I felt two strong hands pull me out of the way. I fell forward on top of Dillan. My heart was rasing and when he grabbed me and I landed on him i curled up into a ball with my eyes shut tight.
"Carah, it's alright. You can get up now." I opened my eyes and looked at Dillan's face. I uncurled and slid off of him. My backpack had come off when he pulled me out of the way but luckily it was laying right next to me.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" He smiled and got up.
"I should be the one asking you that, your the one that didn't move when that car came past."
"Yeah, well your the one I landed on." He laughed.
"Fine truce. Lets go get you to safe ground okay Carah?" I smiled and followed.
"Fine but if I did hurt you then I would be really mad at myself."
"I thought we called a truce?"
"You did, I just said 'fine'." He rolled his eyes and led me to his truck. It was a 1995 Ford f-150, rust red and beautiful.
"Man your lucky you have a truck. I got a stupid car." He opened the passenger side door and let me in. I grabbed the handle and pulled it shut. He came around to the drivers side, and slid in. Unlike other old trucks this one turned on smothly and with ease. He pulled out and it drove smothly without a hitch.
"Is that why you needed a ride home?"
"That and the bus doesn't go down my road after school." I looked at the road. "Turn right here." He put his blinker on and turned sharply, on the count that I told him late.
"What road do you live on?" He asked.
"I live on Gaitway road."
"What's your address?"
"4695. Why?" He smiled.
"I live on Gaitway road, 4495."
"Funny, right down the road."
"You know if you want I could help you with your car."
"Really, you good with cars?"
"I'm almost done restoring this girl to her former glory, I think i could fix a car." I laughed.
"Yeah you haven't met Sam."
"So you've named your car?" I named it after my brother who died two years ago, but I really didn't want to tell him that.
"Yeah it was my brothers car, only seemed fit to call it after him." He shook his head and quickly looked at me. In his look it seemed to understand more then what I told.
"Okay, and your parents won't mind me being there?"
"Nah, they don't get home till later." By later I mean never, maybe three in the morning or late the next day, but yeah not usually home when I am.
"Okay. Is this your drive?" He slowed down as he came closer to my driveway.
"Yes that's mine." He pulled in and parked right in front of Sam.
"Okay, I see what you mean." My brother planned on making his Mustang really cool, but he never finshed it, and it ran when I started driving so I got it, because my mother couldn't bare to get rid of the car. It really didn't look like a Mustang with a white hood from a Camaro '97 and red sides from two different cars I didn't even know the names of. I smiled.