History, it was my favorite class in the whole world. I was good at it, at least back in England, but I still managed to be great here too; and it was the last class on Monday.

"In August, 1945; the first atomic bomb was…" I spaced out, I already knew what happened during the Second World War. I was starting to scratch the gray polish off of my nails, like I usually did whenever I was bored or thinking deeply about something, this was what I was doing until a piece of paper hit me in the arm. I opened it and read it.

You look fantastic today.

I wanted to kill him; I'd have done it if I wasn't sure that he would comeback from death just to chase after me. I then looked at my outfit; it was black as usual. I grabbed my pen and draw a hand with the middle finger in the air. I threw the paper back to Ryan and he caught it, what a show off! Ryan appeared to notice my lack of talent in the drawing department because as soon as he opened the paper he laughed, well he smiled but I knew he was holding back because of the teacher.

"What is this?" he mouthed and I answered raising my middle finger…you know, just to show him what I meant. He laughed out loud this time and Mr. Kenton told him to fuck off… well, actually he just told Ryan to leave; but hey dreaming is for free!

"Another rose?" Mona inquired when I got in the car, mine had decided to make me miserable that day and my nanny was as kind as to pick me from the school, I nodded. "Black, huh? He actually believed that," she stepped on the pedal.

I laughed.

"But I do like black roses," I told her.

"I thought you liked tulips, just like your mom"

I was suddenly quiet. It didn't bother me when Mona, or people actually, talked about my mother; it just hurt.

"Hi Mr. Harridan" I heard that from the TV room. I was so not going to receive him…

The door flung open and Ryan landed on the couch, next to me. I took a deep breath before grabbing a cushion and hitting Ryan in the chest. He started to cough hardly and for a second he looked as if he was going to vomit all his organs out…I know bad picture but….

"Are you okay?" I asked really worried, I mean I didn't want someone dying in the new couch not to mention that I would be the first suspect for the murder.

"Yes," Ryan said and inhaled deeply. "I'm OK now."

I nodded but I didn't believe him, I let that slip and turned my attention back to the TV; I was watching one of my favorite movies.

"Serendipity?" I'm such a mess; I love the movie, now back to Ryan.

"Is that a problem?" I asked him in a menacing tone.

"No, well I never thought you liked that kind of movies" he said.

"Then what kind of movies you thought I'd like?"

"Saw, Hostel, It" nerdy boy answered and I laughed in his face. He blushed.

"I've seen them but those aren't my favorites… well maybe It," I was expecting that kind of prejudice, but not from Ryan. He was unique in many ways, including his fashion sense, but…Now I sound like Geraldine.

"That's the first bit of information that I actually get from the main character in 'Jena's Crazy' book," I rolled my eyes and proceeded to watch the movie.

"Can I hug you?" he asked out of the blue.

"No."

"'kay."

Talk about random, and molesting.

"Time for dinner!" Mona called and that's when I realized that Ryan had fallen asleep. I looked at him. His eyes were closed, his perfect nose, the mole next to his full lips and a black curl crossing his forehead. Why would he be interested in me? This was the first time that I asked that to myself and I knew I would never ever ask him about it.

"Kimberly, it is rude to stare at people's faces." Mona said and winked at me.

"I wasn't staring, I was just…" I trailed off.

"Admiring?" My nanny suggested.

I grunted and then looked back at Ryan. Oh! His nose was a little bit crooked; he's not perfect after all. I resisted the urge to put that strayed curl out of Ryan's pale face, and then I wondered how long had it been since someone took so much interest on me, I wanted to know what were his reasons. But then again I would never ask.

"Hey, Yankee, time to open those big stalker eyes," I cooed to no avail because the thing wouldn't move. I sighed and then I shoved him off the couch; c'mon no one can blame me I have never been patient, he should know!

"Ouch!" he grunted and I couldn't help the grin that formed on my lips. "I'm fine," he said after deciding it was no use to fight me.

"Not that I care," I smirked and before I knew it I was tackled down to the couch and was being tickled by Ryan. Bad decision, honestly. I have this tendency to slap and kick when people tickled me and… well, let's just say that his jewels won't shine for a while, if you know what I mean.

"That was cruel," he panted in a high-pitched voice. I laughed, those things actually happened.

"Nah, that was fun," I chuckled and then extended my hand for him to help me up, he raised an eyebrow before speaking.

"Are you allowing me to touch you?"

I raised my eyebrow at his question and then retrieved my hand; it was fun to tease him. While I looked at his smile I felt the corners of my lips starting to lift and as soon as I noticed the fondness I was feeling for him, I stopped myself. It obviously took him by surprise because his eyes darkened and his own grin faltered.

I cleared my throat and then left the room, which wasn't as useful as I thought it would be, more so because of the fact that Mona utterly adored the nerd and invited him to stay over dinner and I had to stand a silent dinner and an even more uncomfortable exchange of words when he finally left.

There we were, standing in front of each other. I was looking intently at my shoes and I could feel he was looking intently at me. I almost yelped when he finally spoke after so much silence.

"I'm guessing you are not used to have people around you for so much time," he paused when he noticed I still wasn't looking at him. He raised his hand and placed it on my chin forcing my face up but my eyes wouldn't meet his. I was not mad, I was scared. He was frightening in so many ways.

He had this secret weapon of some sort that would make me splutter the first answer that popped in my mind without exactly making me do so; that was a little bit weird. He had the ability to overpower my mood swings; that was unnerving. But what made him scary was that he actually knew me even if it hadn't been long since we had met, all his strength and self-confidence scared me and, at the same time, it angered me; it was as if he was trying to rub in face everything I lacked, just like Geraldine did after our breakdown.

"Look at me," he commanded and when I didn't oblige he leveled his head with mine, I could feel his breath on my lips and suddenly I met his gaze. Reproaching and demanding at the same time. Reproaching the fact that he made it so damn hard to keep him out of my live for good; demanding him to do as I said and to stop trying to find answers that I wasn't ready to give, not even to myself.

He backed off before speaking again. "If I'm pestering you that much, I'll leave you alone," he started to turn around and before I knew it I was grabbing his arm to stop him.

"Do you remember what I told you about returning favors?" I asked, my throat drying. He just nodded. "I…think I can do the same when people like me, so…" I trailed off not knowing exactly how to phrase my thoughts, I bit my lip.

"So?" he invited me to go on. I gulped before speaking once again.

"So I think we could…try and be friends." I finished, still scared and still unsure about the reason I had made that decision, but the huge smile that formed on his face was enough to distract me from my mental battle, not to mention the way his hands where sneaking around my waist as he pulled me into a hug.

I didn't respond to his display of affection, instead I left my arms hanging at my sides.