Breathless  
I plopped down into the hard plastic chair, examining my book.This was the one thing I was actually good at.Sure, I got straight A’s, but I really understood Bio.I glanced up, looking at my teacher.She was a fragile looking old woman, with a sweet serene face. She reminded me of my grandmother, only younger.I pulled my jacket off, and laid it in the seat next to me.I was hoping nobody would want the new girl.Students kept flooding into the room, picking seats here and there.The seat beside me remained vacant.I would be by myself, no annoying partner to do projects with. The teacher wrote her name on the board, Mrs. Plumley, in big handwriting.I was actually excited, not that I would dare to ever say that. About ten minutes into class, the door opened. I heard light footsteps, but never did it occur to me that there was one seat left. The seat right beside of me.
“Xavier Kings, thank you for finally joining us.” I could hear a hint of jokiness in Mrs. Plumley’s voice. The boy mumbled an apology. “Well, since there is only one seat left, it looks like you get to be paired up with… a Miss Addison Sparks, dear.” I looked up slowly from my book. My heart completely stopped, and my breath caught in my throat. A gorgeous face was looking directly at me, a blank expression spewed across it. That’s not exactly what you wanted to see. The boy made his way to our table, and sat his books down quietly. I grabbed my jacket, folded it neatly, and sat it on my bag. “Now, class. I want you to all get to know your partner. For the rest of the period, you’re going to play twenty questions. Have fun.” Mrs. Plumley’s gaze settled on me, and a gentle smile formed at her lips. The boys chair scraped against the floor, making a metallic sound. Never had I ever been this nervous about something in my entire life. I took a deep breath, and looked over at him. A pair of deep dark brown eyes was looking me over. They reminded me of melted chocolate, with bits of caramel in it. I had never seen something so astonishing in my entire life.
“Hey,” I managed to choke out, trying to act collected. “I’m Addison Sparks.” I searched his face for any feeling at all. A cute lopsided grin stretched across his lips.
“I’m Xavier Kings,” He said smoothly. His voice was like honey, sweet and smooth, pouring over everything. “Nice to meet you, Addison Sparks.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking, Xavier Kings. It’s always nice to meet moi.” He chuckled, grinning at me. “First question. Are we going to call each other by our whole names?”
“That just depends,” He said, leaning over on the table. “Are we going to be seeing each other more often?” I couldn’t help but laugh at this. He was flirting, and I was actually flirting back.
“Maybe, maybe not,” I said, winking at him.
“Ooh, a girl that puts up a challenge. I like that.” Xavier’s warm, brown eyes looked at me. “Next question. Where are you from? I haven’t seen you around before.” This was the question I dreaded. I really didn’t want people to know about my past. I liked keeping everything in control. But, instead I found myself telling this boy I had met only five minutes earlier.
“South Carolina. My dad’s boss needed him here. So, they decided to ruin my life. Such a sad story, if I do say so myself.”
“Yes, what a tragedy, having to move out to California because your parents wanted to. What ever shall you do, Addison Sparks?” I giggled. This conversation was actually easy. Most of the time, I had to really talk my way into going out with a guy, just because I had been with so many. Then again, this was on the other side of the country. People didn’t know me here. Xavier asked me questions, keeping the conversation alive. About halfway through class, a paper airplane sailed onto my table, and landed perfectly right in front of me. Xavier was too busy writing something down, so I quickly snatched the paper, and unfolded it. In neat, bubble letters was written a tiny little message. Stay away from my boyfriend, tramp. I turned around to see who had written the note. Nobody seemed out of place. I turned back around, and crumpled the paper up. I was not getting mixed up with the wrong people again. I looked over at Xavier, cautiously. His brown hair fell lazily around his face. His beautiful eyes were framed with thick, long eyelashes. His eyebrows were creased in concentration. He has one deep dimple, sticking out against his cheek. His skin is perfectly tanned. I could go on and on about him. Xavier looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Addison Sparks? Is there something wrong with my face?” I smiled.
“No. There’s nothing wrong with your face. I was watching you. You were concentrating really hard on that,” I motioned to the paper that was between his hands, “I thought it was quite amusing.”
 He smiled. “I was just going to ask ---,” The bell rang, and a bleached blonde wrapped her arms around his neck. She glared at me, and I could tell she was the one who flew the paper airplane. She kissed his neck, and whispered something into his ear. Xavier’s eyes grew wide, and his face lit up. Xavier and the girl headed towards the locker room. One painful thought came into my mind. That’s what I did.