Christina sighed as she sat down in her new seat of her last class of the day. Friday was by far the most packed day in her week. She had classes from six thirty in the morning, to seven at night.
At least this is my last class. I hope I like it. Music engineering really sounded like fun two weeks ago, she thought.

"I have got to do some rearranging in my classes. I can't do this until Christmas. I have some major scheduling problems." She said to herself, sighing.

"Well, you will have some problems if you keep talking to yourself like this." a soft voice said from behind her.

She turned around quickly and was faced with the pair of brilliant blue eyes she had seen a few days before.

"Hey I don't usua- " she stopped talking when she saw who had made the remark. It was Him. He had talked to her. This was her chance.

"Oh sorry." she said looking down.

"Well, I just speak the truth. I'm surprised I don't talk to myself, coming from a family like mine," he said grinning.

"Oh, really? What's so strange about your family? Couldn't be any worse than mine." she said.

"Yeah, well, we are kind of large, so let's just say that if you don't come out of a family like mine at least a little screwed up, you are really special, I guess you could say."

"How many do you have in you family?"

"I have eight, including me."

"You're kidding!"

"No. You?"

I'm an only child."

"I always wanted to be like that, uh…"

"Oh, I'm Christina" she said, holding out her hand. "You are?"

"Well, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you" he replied, dead serious.
So serious, in fact, that she abruptly turned around.
What the hell is with this guy, she thought. He looked sweet an innocent, but he must be a total screwball. Maybe she would go back on the deal she had made with herself. There were so many scary people there...

He reached in front of her and took her once out stretched hand and shook it.

"What I meant was, my name is Taylor"

"Oh," she said turning around, smiling "I'm afraid I don't have much of a sense of humor" she replied. What the heck, she thought. "I see you have a great one." She said bravely.

"Oh why thank you"

Just then the teacher walked in the room.

"Well, I guess I'll talk to you later" he said.

"Yeah, um maybe we could study, er, sometime, or something" she mumbled.

"Yeah maybe we could" he whispered in her ear. "Or something" he said leaning back.

His warm breath in her ear made her shiver in excitement. She really hoped that they could get together sometime, and not exactly to study. She really wanted a date, but, being so shy, she had never asked anyone out on a date.

She had only been here a week, and already all of the couples around campus that were hugging, kissing, or just plain hanging on each other was driving her crazy and depressing her all together. More than anything she wanted a real boy friend, and not only that, she wanted to fall in love.

If he likes you, he will surely ask you out. Let him do the work. Her mother's words rang through her head. Maybe her would. But something told her he wouldn't. But she still kept her faith. Oh, thank goodness for that.

Little did she know, that behind her, Taylor was having a similar contemplation.

Would she go out with me if I asked her? She seems really nice. I know I'm going to take her up on her offer. I hope we develop a beautiful friendship, and possibly do more than study on a date...

" Taylor Hanson?'

Taylor snapped out of his daze to hear his teacher calling his name. He realized he had been staring at the back of Christina's head. He shook his head and quietly replied, "here"

"Ah but you are not, Mr. Hanson" His teacher said, winking.

Taylor just smiled, and blushed a bright pink, for several students were staring at him.

He sighed.
This was going to be a very long year.

meanwhile, in front of a very red Taylor, Christina sat, looking at the teacher, but not really listening. She was thinking of what he actually meant by 'getting together to study' Now, if she asked Michelle, that would be a date to her...but, in Christina's case, it just meant that he wanted to study. Nothing wrong with that, right?

But what if he was a real weirdo? Well, she thought, i'll just have to figure that out for myself.

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