me. "We have to get one of Tristan's friends to give him an offer he can't resist!"
"Which will be sooo easy, considering I know all of Tristan's jock friends," I said sarcastically.
"Well what do you suggest?" Winter asked.
"Dunno," I replied gloomily. "We might end up suffering his interrogations after all."
"Not if I can help it," Winter said, a determined glint in her eyes as we trooped in single file into the classroom of Señorita Welsh.
- Zack -
Perfect. I had been on cloud nine since after English class. I walked happily into the cafeteria and a head of blonde hair caught my eye. I made my way over.
"Hi, Zack," Winter greeted me first.
"Hey," Eva smiled at me.
"Hey, hey, ladies, how's it going?" I slid onto their bench, across from the two girls.
"Pretty good for you," Winter pointed out.
I smirked. "Thank you, Princess Winter," I said gallantly.
I noticed she was wearing my jacket. I had decided that she was okay. She could be nice when she wasn't mad – big deal. Most people were like that. Hell, I was like that. I had also decided that last night I must have been in a really good mood last night to take Winter out for a drive like that. What in the world had possessed me to ask her in the first place? I shrugged mentally.
"Don't you think it's a little… hot in here though?" I asked pointedly.
"No, I don't think so," Winter said cheerfully. "The temperature is just right. May I keep it? I've grown rather attached to it."
"Fine," I sighed, not too happy about the loss of my jacket.
Eva looked at us, confused. "Okay," she said. "I'll just pretend I didn't hear that." She obviously had no idea what we were talking about.
"Sorry," Winter and I apologized at the same time.
I caught Eva's eye and smiled. Man, was she pretty. The bluest eyes you ever did see, a nice slim figure in the athletic way, and probably the smartest girl I'd ever met.
I saw Brock waving at me from another table.
"Gotta go now, ladies. Mind if I make an exit?"
"Not at all," Winter said promptly. "Bye."
"Bye Zack," Eva said good-naturedly.
"See you."
I waltzed away to my regular spot sitting across from Brock, hearing from behind me Eva's voice, "What was that all about…?"
"Wow, you're in a good mood today," Brock grinned, his dark grey-blue eyes glimmering mischievously. "Something must be going your way."
I glanced behind me at two girls sitting together, laughing over something, and one of them caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back into eyes of sparkling cerulean.
"Yea," I agreed, opening up my lunch. "Sure is."
- Eva -
"Hey, Tristan!" Winter called to my brother. It was right before dinner time rush that same day.
"What's up, Winter?" Tristan asked from his spot in front of the open refrigerator, rummaging through vegetables for dinner.
"What do you think of Zack? I mean, was he a big help the other day?"
Tristan straightened up, and I watched Winter's face, which gave away nothing. What was she getting at?
My older brother's azure eyes, a carbon copy of my own, gave Winter an inquisitive glance.
"Yeah, he's cool," he said, watching her curiously. Suddenly, a small, secret smile turned up the corners of his mouth, and he looked as if he had been given an opportunity too good to pass up on. "Why?" he asked slyly.
What was up with these two? I stared at them. Winter was trying to get something out of Tristan, Tristan was trying to get something entirely different out of Winter, and just what exactly was I missing?
"What do you think of him, Tristan ?" Winter asked innocently.
"I think he's a good kid… maybe he'll be a better boyfriend , though, huh, Winter ?" he asked, smirking at her like he knew something she didn't.
What? I was so lost.
"Did you think he was a big help?"
"Yeah," he said. "The kids loved him."
"Did I hear someone say Zack?" It was Emily. She had popped into the kitchen to put her empty juice cup in the sink.
"Yes, honey?" I said.
"Is he coming back?" My little sister brightened
"Which will be sooo easy, considering I know all of Tristan's jock friends," I said sarcastically.
"Well what do you suggest?" Winter asked.
"Dunno," I replied gloomily. "We might end up suffering his interrogations after all."
"Not if I can help it," Winter said, a determined glint in her eyes as we trooped in single file into the classroom of Señorita Welsh.
- Zack -
Perfect. I had been on cloud nine since after English class. I walked happily into the cafeteria and a head of blonde hair caught my eye. I made my way over.
"Hi, Zack," Winter greeted me first.
"Hey," Eva smiled at me.
"Hey, hey, ladies, how's it going?" I slid onto their bench, across from the two girls.
"Pretty good for you," Winter pointed out.
I smirked. "Thank you, Princess Winter," I said gallantly.
I noticed she was wearing my jacket. I had decided that she was okay. She could be nice when she wasn't mad – big deal. Most people were like that. Hell, I was like that. I had also decided that last night I must have been in a really good mood last night to take Winter out for a drive like that. What in the world had possessed me to ask her in the first place? I shrugged mentally.
"Don't you think it's a little… hot in here though?" I asked pointedly.
"No, I don't think so," Winter said cheerfully. "The temperature is just right. May I keep it? I've grown rather attached to it."
"Fine," I sighed, not too happy about the loss of my jacket.
Eva looked at us, confused. "Okay," she said. "I'll just pretend I didn't hear that." She obviously had no idea what we were talking about.
"Sorry," Winter and I apologized at the same time.
I caught Eva's eye and smiled. Man, was she pretty. The bluest eyes you ever did see, a nice slim figure in the athletic way, and probably the smartest girl I'd ever met.
I saw Brock waving at me from another table.
"Gotta go now, ladies. Mind if I make an exit?"
"Not at all," Winter said promptly. "Bye."
"Bye Zack," Eva said good-naturedly.
"See you."
I waltzed away to my regular spot sitting across from Brock, hearing from behind me Eva's voice, "What was that all about…?"
"Wow, you're in a good mood today," Brock grinned, his dark grey-blue eyes glimmering mischievously. "Something must be going your way."
I glanced behind me at two girls sitting together, laughing over something, and one of them caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back into eyes of sparkling cerulean.
"Yea," I agreed, opening up my lunch. "Sure is."
- Eva -
"Hey, Tristan!" Winter called to my brother. It was right before dinner time rush that same day.
"What's up, Winter?" Tristan asked from his spot in front of the open refrigerator, rummaging through vegetables for dinner.
"What do you think of Zack? I mean, was he a big help the other day?"
Tristan straightened up, and I watched Winter's face, which gave away nothing. What was she getting at?
My older brother's azure eyes, a carbon copy of my own, gave Winter an inquisitive glance.
"Yeah, he's cool," he said, watching her curiously. Suddenly, a small, secret smile turned up the corners of his mouth, and he looked as if he had been given an opportunity too good to pass up on. "Why?" he asked slyly.
What was up with these two? I stared at them. Winter was trying to get something out of Tristan, Tristan was trying to get something entirely different out of Winter, and just what exactly was I missing?
"What do you think of him, Tristan ?" Winter asked innocently.
"I think he's a good kid… maybe he'll be a better boyfriend , though, huh, Winter ?" he asked, smirking at her like he knew something she didn't.
What? I was so lost.
"Did you think he was a big help?"
"Yeah," he said. "The kids loved him."
"Did I hear someone say Zack?" It was Emily. She had popped into the kitchen to put her empty juice cup in the sink.
"Yes, honey?" I said.
"Is he coming back?" My little sister brightened
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