Understanding my mate

Emily's Point of View from the first meeting

**Emily’s Point of View**

Sitting alone in the library, I am reading a book about magical creatures. It is childish but what can I say. Fantasy is often easier than real life. My life is not bad, but it could be cooler. As I am reading, I get this wonderful scent of a deep, rich, wood scent almost like a mahogany smell but not so spicy. It was wonderful.

I decide to look up and that is when I see him. Chris. The most popular boy of the school staring at me. I decide to look at my book. I know my face turned red when we made eye contact. With a bit of Luck, he probably did not notice me blushing at him. As I try to get back into my book. I see Chris sit next to me out of the corner of my eye. The smell is stronger. It is him. He smells delicious. I just want him to hug me. To touch me. To be closer to him. What should I do? I cannot hug him. Can I?

That would be weird. Should I get up and go? As I am staring into my book and thinking of what to say. I hear him say, “hi.” I say “hello” back like it barely came out. He probably did not even hear me. Then I hear him ask if I will go to his party.

I forgot my brother told me there was a huge party tonight for someone’s birthday. Must be Chris’s birthday. “I never been to one of your parties, but my brother Alex is going” I say then added “happy birthday” feeling the heat in my cheeks again. ‘Darn it Emily get it together’ I tell myself.

“Thank you, I want you to come though” Chris says. Wait what? Why? I think to myself. Am I imagining things. Ugh why does he smell so good. Focus Emily, he is waiting for an answer. Whispering “ I don’t have anything to wear” he says anxiously “ it doesn’t matter what you wear.” That made me giggle. It is like he is nervous talking to me as much as I am to him. Probably not true. He is mother effing Christopher Mendoza. Girls here fall at his feet. He seems a bit spaced out when I look into his eyes.

Hmm, wondering if he regrets talking to me. Maybe this is all a mistake. He gets up slowly, looks at me into my eyes with a smile and says, “Emily, I hope you choose to come.” I do not know what to do or say. I just smile and nod. This feels like a dream. Chris talking to me. Then inviting me personally to his birthday party. The bell rings and I decide to go straight home.

While I am in my car, I turn my radio up and think randomly as I drive. If I go to his birthday party what would I even wear. It is too late to go shopping. I miss him sitting next to me, strangely. I barely talked to him for the first time in my life today. How can I miss him. I don't even know him. Just of him and I don't even know if those things are true.

My thoughts are running wild. But then could anyone blame me for these thoughts? HA! Probably not. They might think the same. Why does he have to be so breathtaking? Like he is gorgeous but then he gives off an atmosphere of power. It is kind of scary. Even though today I did not get that vibe. I am not sure why, but he felt safe. Only if I was not such a nervous wreck around him.