All my life people have been telling me how remarkably intellegent and observant I am for my age. And yet it took me years of schooling right alongside him to take the time to really notice him. Sure, I knew who he was, and I was aware of his attendance record, as was everyone else in the freshman class. But that day I saw something more; I realized that though I knew nothing about him, there was something about him, something mysterious that I never thought I would find out.

I walked out of the highschool in a daze, still seeing stars from the kiss Kyle had given me. I'm amazed I was able to notice anything, what with the millions of random images of Kyle flashing through my head. I was the typical teenage girl that was falling a mile-a-minute for the sports jock.

I happened to look up as I crossed the football field. And amid the small crowds of highschoolers relishing their newfound summer freedom, he stood isolated, leaning lazily against the cement wall beside the bleachers. There he stood, lean body, weird, dark clothes, spiky hair, wearing the customary scowl. The afternoon sun served to highlight his body, giving him some sort of unreal quality that for a moment held me entranced, and I stopped walking to just stare.

Frankly, it was surprising to see him at school. Why would he show up, of all days, on the last day of the school year? Although, come to think of it, this was the first time I'd seen him all day. He was probably just there waiting for someone. I suppose I stared for a bit too long, because at one point he turned to look my way, and upon seeing my attention focused on him, he narrowed his eyes into a glare.

I raised my eyebrows, caught off-guard, and a bit insulted. I wasn't doing anything, I was just looking at him. Michael Guerin was strange and standoffish, I knew that, but now I realized it was for a reason. Who could come near him when he could shoot daggers like that? I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to back down from his angry expression, although nervously I tugged at the loose straps of the backpack that was slung over my shoulders.

Perhaps he would have confronted me, but Max and Isabel Evans showed up just then, and so instantly his attention turned to them, and his face visibly brightened. I tilted my head to the side, perplexed. Strange the way he was so comfortable around those two, but only those two. Never anyone else.