It was better because it hadn't been raining, yet, though the clouds were still dark and the sky was grey as always. School was easier because I kind of knew what to expect and I had Mercedes and Tina to hang out with. Also, there were less people staring at me and I hadn't seen the jock of yesterday.

At lunch I sat with Mercedes, Tina, the blond guy I had seen the other day over by the administration, who's name turned out to be Jeff, a brown-haired friendly looking guy who was sitting next to him; Nick, Finn and his rather obnoxious girlfriend Rachel.

I wasn't really paying attention to what they were saying, since I was really tired. I hadn't slept very well last night, still not quite used to the annoying sound of the wind echoing around the house.

It was worse beacause after lunch it got worse as Mr. Varner seemed to enjoy embarresing me, and gladly did so whenever he got the chance.

My last two hours of P.E were also terrible, since I was so tired I couldn't focus. We played volleyball again, and I accidently hit a big guy in the head, who's name appeared to be David Karofsky.

But worst of all, Blaine Anderson wasn't at school the entire day.

All morning I was busy convincing myself I wasn't afraid to see him at lunch. That night I had been thinking, part of me wanted to ask him what his problem was but another part of me was scared of the truth. I had imagined different scenes in my head of how it could go, well once I had found the guts to do so. It annoyed me that this strange boy had so much impact on me.

But when I was walking into the cafeteria with Mercedes and Tina -trying to keep my eyes down and stop them from glazing towards their table, and failing terribly- I saw them, but there were only four, and as you may have guessed, Blaine wasn't one of them.

Rachel had interrupted my thoughts with her loud babbling, obviously wanting everyone to listen to her while she talked, or did anything actually.

I remembered that the last time I saw him, he wasn't sitting there with them, at first either. I sat there, anxiously waiting untill he would join the other four, but he didn't. For some reason that made me feel even more uncomfortable.

I walked to Biology with Tina, trying to actually participate in the conversation. I had a little more confidence with the thought he might not be there either, so I wouldn't have to confront him.

When I rounded the corner of the classroom I held my breath but as suspected, he wasn't there either. I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding, and chatted with Tina till the bell rang.

I went to sit down next to the, now empty, chair and felt kind of relieved I didn't have to talk to him. But I couldn't help the feeling that my conscience was trying to point out to me. I didn't want to talk to him because I was afraid of the answer, but on the other hand I really wanted to know if it was really about me and I wasn't getting paranoid or anything.

Also, a part of me kept repeating that he wasn't at school today, and there had to be a reason he wasn't. Maybe he was just ill, maybe that's why he had been looking like that way. But of course that feeling, the feeling that he wasn't at school because of me, didn't go away either.

When the school day was finally over, and I had tried to apologize to Karofsky what apparently wasn't a good idea. I had walked up to him, my head down, and apologized. He and his friends had laughed and insulted me, calling me names and shoving me into the door from the dressing room.

When everyone was gone I quikly changed back into my clothes and rushed to the parking lot, to my car, not in the mood to run into them again.

Burt had asked me if I could shop for groceries, I had taken some money from a jar that said 'Food money'. I was pretty sure Carole normally did the groceries but she had to work over tonight.

Carole was a nurse and worked at the hospital, she often had to stay longer or got called to come back because there were a lot of patiens, even for such a small town.

I was about to drive away when I saw them again. They were walking towards the shiny Volvo together. I looked at them a little better, I had been to distracted by their faces to see that their clothing style was rather good, and I could know.

Those were definitely designer clothes, simple, but rather expensive. But then again they could wear garbage cans and still manage to look beautiful.

What did kind of annoy me, was that they had both money and exceptionally good looks. But for some reason they were still the weirdos around school, and even though they didn't get picked on, everyone called them that behind their backs. But they didn't seem to notice, or at least not care.

They turned aroun as I drove past them, probably hearing my loud truck, just like everyone else did. I refused to look at them and kept my eyes sternly fixed in front of my truck. I let out the breath I had been holding once I was free of the school grounds.

It wasn't far to the Thriftway from my school, just a few streets south, off the highway. I felt a little more relaxed at the supermarket, at least no one was staring at me here, well apart from an older couple who looked quite angry, but I was quite used to that.

I had always shopped at home, because my mom was always busy with practicing or performing. But I didn't mind, I knew she loved me and we spent as much time together as we could, and after a while I had gotten used to it.

The store was quite big and I couldn't hear the raindrops landing on the roof to remind me that I was in Forks, it felt nice.

When I got back home I unpacked all the groceries, putting them in the cabinets, organizing it as I did. I really hoped Carole could find everything back.

Finn greeted me from the living room, he was watching tv, feet up on the table and a bag of patato chips next to him.

I sighed, "Finn, get your feet of the table, it's disgusting and please put that chips away or else you won't be hungry enough for dinner."

I heard Finn grumbling something about being extremely hungry and "you're as bad as my mom" but did what he was told, wisely, I thought. I narrowed my eyes towards him and he stuck out his tongue and focused his mind on the football game that way on.

I cleaned around the house a little bit, just to keep busy and apparently annoyed Finn by doing so.

When I had nothing left to do downstairs I grabbed my bag and went upstairs. I didn't feel like doing homework but I didn't really have much of a choice. While I was taking my homework out of my bag I heard my phone ring, I took it from my desk and saw the screenname 'mom'.

"Hi mom," I smiled.

"Kurt, darling! How are you sweetie?" There was curiousity, but also concern in her voice.

I tried to sound a little less sad than I was feeling, "Good, I think I'm adjusting already" I laughed, because it was a little bit true, well at least around the house.

"Oh, that is wonderful. How is school?"

"Well, it's school. But I have two girl I hang out with" I didn't add that was only during school, maybe I should ask them if they wanted to go shopping after school or something, I mentally wrote that down.

I heard her laugh, "well, I'm sure you'll manage. You are being very reasonable about this, I was so afraid you wouldn't be able to adjust yourself, knowing you." she chuckled.

"Thanks" I said sarcastically, but I knew she was just joking. "I don't love it here, and I doubt it if I ever will, but at least I think I'll be able to live here untill I'm 18."

"Good -Oh, yeah I'm coming!- I'm sorry Kurt I have to go, rehearsel is starting again. I'll call you again tomorrow okay?"

"Okay mom, have fun! Bye, I love you".

"You know I will, try to stay strong honey. I love you, too. Bye." I heard a click and the phonecall stopped. I tried to listen to my own words I had just told her, I could do this, I was strong enough to atleast manage till I was 18.."

When Burt and Carole finally came home, around 7, I had finished my homework.

I was reading when Carole called us for dinner, she was the only good cook, in the house, well besides me of course.

I walked downstairs, greeting Burt and Carole. I smelled the delicious smell of food coming from the kitchen. "Hmm smells good Carole" I complimenten her, she smiled at me. "Thank you, honey".

I hadn't had the time to really spend time with Carole but she seemed really nice, and she made Burt happy, plus she raised Finn. You just had to feel some symptethy for the woman to control two of those men.

During dinner I listened to everyone talk about their day, when asked about mine I only told them the fun stuff of course. I said nothing about Karofsky and his friends or the mysterious boy who I still hadn't forgotten.

They asked about my friends and about my classes, whenever I said a name they seemed to nodd knowingly. I sighed, everyone did know each other around here. Suddenly I wondered what they knew about the Andersons, but of course I didn't ask, well not immediately.

After a while I finally did ask, trying to sound nonchalant. "Do you know the Anderson family?"

It was Burt who answered, "Dr. Anderson's family? Yes I know him, he's a kind man."

"His kids.. well they don't seem to really fit in at school and I was just wondering..-" I stopped talking as I saw that Burt looked a little angry.

"People in this town," he said under his breath. "Dr. Anderson is the best surgeon we have, and he could probably work at much greater hospitals and get ten times the salery he fats here, but still he choses to stay here. And it is generous of him and his wife to take in these 5 children who, otherwise, wouldn't have a safe home. And I've spoken to them once, they're all extremly polite and-" he said, getting louder with every word.

"Burt, please calm down." Carole interupted, giving him a small smile, and he seemed to realise who he was speaking to. "Oh, right, I'm sorry. It's just kind of annoying me that the people around here think so badly of them."

"Well they seemed nice, but I just noticed that they don't really talk to anyone else." Well, almost all of them seemed nice, I added in my mind.

It turned out Carole worked with him, since she was a nurse and there was only one hospital on Forks, of course. Apparently Dr. Anderson was just as pretty by the way Carole described him. She told me that all the nurses were practically swooning over him whenever he walked into the room. Burt gave her a look but she reassured him she wasn't going to leave him for Dr. Anderson, which seemed to satisfy him.

That night I fell asleep quikly, for the first time my thoughts were too tired to bother me.

The rest of the week went by rather quikly and quite boring. I got used to the routine of my classes, the way some people would avoid me or call me names and occasionally throw me against a wall.

By Friday I knew how to avoid most of the last part, staying away from the bullies. It bothered me, but I didn't really let it get me down since I knew I would be gone here within a year. And even though that doesn't sound comforting it was to me.

I also was quite able to recognize most of the people at my school, if not by name then by face.

P.E had also been a lot easier since the most student had learned not to pass me the ball or any other tributes.

Blaine Anderson never showed up at school.

Not a day went by when I would glace towards their table, to see only four of the beaufitul people sitting there. I was always quite relieved when I saw he wasn't there, which meant he wouldn't be for the rest of the day. But it still bothered me that I never got a chance to talk to him.

Nick and Jeff had been planning a trip to the beach in La Push in two weeks, with some people of school. They happily invited me and I agreed, because what else was there to do? Plus I liked being aroun them, even though we only saw each other at school we were still all considered friends.

Friday afternoon I walked towards Biology, confidently. Blaine hadn't been there at lunch, or the rest of the week for that matter, so he wouldn't be here either. I had no idea if he changed schools or something, the idea made me laugh with annoyance. Well it wasn't my problem anymore, I had decided to let it go, -if only I could-, I cursed my consience and went to sit at the table.

I was glad to have survived my first week in Forks, maybe with some bruises, but nothing I couldn't handle.

At home I always had the company of Finn, unless he was out playing football with his friends or gaming or something and Burt and Carole would come home around the same time, Carole would cook and we would spent the dinner talking about our day.

When I got home I decided to text my mom, and start on the essay I had been procrastinating.

On Saturday I decided to go to the town's library, but it was so poorly stocked I didn't feel the need to come here more often.

I though about planning a visit to Olympa or Seattle, maybe Mercedes and Tina would like to come. I mentally noted to invite them.

It kept raining that weekend, sometimes more than others. But luckily I was getting used to the sound so I slept well.

When I parked my car in the Mckinley High parkinglot on Monday, Jeff and Nick came walking towards me. Greeting me happily, a bit to happily for a monday morning but it did cheer me up a little.

It was quite cold outside, but finally not raining. Jeff and Nick walked with me towards the main building, chattering and not even paying attention if I was even listening. I had learned that sometimes you could just better ignore them then question what the hell they were talking about. But at least they were nice, and they seemed to like me.

In English I sat behind them and next to Tina, when the teacher told us we had a pop quiz on Wuthering Heights Nick and Jeff looked at each other, cursing under their breaths, apparently they hadn't read the book.

Tina and I seemed to find it very easy, it were just basic questions, nothing hard.

It was safe to say that I was finally starting to fit in, I had Mercedes, Tina, Finn, Rachel, Nick and Jeff to talk to and sit with in class. I was starting to feel a little bit better.

When the class ended and we walked outside Nick, Jeff and now also Finn were screaming exciditely.

"Snow!" They all exclaimed happily, I was still covering my ears from all the sudden excitement when a wet, cold and sticky thing hit my face.

I knew it was one of the three, and Jeff was looking rather innocent, a little too innocent for Jeff. I gaped at him, giving him one of my bitchglares.

"Oh, you've done it now," Finn said laughing, knowing what the look meant/

I rubbed my face on my scarf to remove some of the melted ice of my face, there went my good day.

I whispered something to Mercedes, and we ran towards Jeff, who was now also running, laughing like crazy. When we finally caught him we were all laughing like crazy and threw him into the snow, falling with him as we did.

"Ew, now I'm covered in even more snow," I complained. I had to walk around in wet pants for the rest of the day now, I sighed.

"Hey look! Fairy is playing in the snow! Why don't you go somewhere else and try to kiss all the boys overthere, we don't want you here!" Karofsky and his friends walked away, laughing and fist-pounding each other.

Mercedes looked mad and Jeff looked taken aback but also rather angry. Mercedes spoke first, "Kurt, how long has this been going on?"

We all stood up, I tried to brush the snow of my pants, hoping that my clothes weren't too wet.

I had no idea how to answer that, or if I wanted to. "Oh, they've just been calling me names and stuff. I kinda ignore it". I shrugged hoping she would let go of it, apparently she wasn't about to.

"Kurt, if they keep doing this you should really report them." She said, sounding serious, all the laughter out of her voice.

"It doesn't matter if I do, at my old school they didn't do anything either." I sighed, it's not that they didn't care at all, they just didn't care.. enough.

"But.. there has to be something we can do?" Jeff suggested, one of the first times I had ever heard him sounding serious.

The rest of the group came running towards us, sensing that something had happened.

Nick was the first one to speak, "what happened?"

Jeff went to stand beside Nick and told them what had just happened.

They all looked rather angry once I was done, Finn also confused. "Dude, why didn't you tell me? or dad?"

"It's not that bad, Finn. Also dad doesn't have anything to worry about, this is nothing I can't handle, I'm used to it."

"But-" Finn tried, I shushed him. I really didn't want to talk about this.

The bell rang and we suddenly realised that we still had class so we rushed of in different directions, promising to meet up for lunch. I knew they wouldn't really let it go, but I just hoped that they wouldn't bring it up again.

The rest of the morning went by rather quikly, luckily I had no more encounters with the jocks. Everyone was really excited about the snow and it seemed to lighten up the air that hung around the school.

I still wasn't very fond of the snow but at least everyone seemed a lot less grumpy than they normally would on a monday morning.

After Spanish I was walking towards the cafeteria with Nick, Jeff joing us halfway. Spanish was the only class they didn't have together, the two were practically inseparable during the rest of the day.

Everyone knew better than to throw any snow my way, also they were too busy stuffing each other with snow. When Mercedes and Tina joined us they laughed at my digusted look and the fact that I tried to stay as much away from them as possible.

We finally reached the cafeteria, I silently thanked god I didn't get wet this time. We were walking towards the line to get our food and I glanced towards their table, it had become a habbit.

I froze in shock, my heart pounding in my chest. There were sitting five people at the table instead of the normal number.

I felt Mercedes tug on my arm, "Hello,?" she waved in front of my face, "earth to white boy?".

"Oh, right, what?" I felt a light blush creep onto my ears and cheeks, I tried to look away from the table.

"You're not still thinking about those guys are you? They're just jackasses Kurt, don't let them get you down".

"No, I won't". I was not about to explain to her why I wasn't answering, so I just went with what she thought.

"Good, now let's get something to eat" Mercedes suggested.

"I'm not hungry" I turned my eyes towards the floor.

I waited for them, while they were getting there food, I settled with a can of diet coke.

I was sipping my coke absently, trying to ignore the concerned glances that occasionally were directed towards me.

When I felt, what felt was like the 100th glance on me I looked at them. "Guys! I'm fine, I'm just feeling a little bit sick, nothing to worry about okay?"

"We were just worried, dude" Finn said, looking a little taken aback by my outburst.

"I know, and it's very sweet of you. But there's honestly nothing to worry about, I swear". I smiled at them, trying hard not to make it look sarcastic.

I figured I could go to the school nurse, tell her I felt sick, so I could skip the next hour of Biology. But I was done running, wasn't I? Hadn't I promised myself to confront him? I sighed, this was ridiculous.

I made up my mind and decided that I would permit myself one glance at the table. If he was still looking at me that way, I would skip Biology. I just had no idea how to deal this, I felt like such a coward.

I tried to keep my head down and turn around as casualy as possible. I saw that neither of them was looking at me, I sighed with relief, no hate yet.

I lifted my head a little to see that they were laughing, so he could laugh I thought sarcastically, my eyebrow automatically raising. David, Wes and Blaine all had little snowflakes and waterdropplets in their hair, pointing out that they also enjoyed the snow, just like everyone else. Even though they looked more like commercial for some sort of hair product doing so.

I was still looking at them, totally forgetting my plan to glance at them shortly. As I was watching I noticed there was something different about Blaine, apart from the laughter. I watched him closely, his skin seemed less pale, but maybe that was because he had been running, also the circles under his eyes seemed lighter than before. But my mind was screaming that, that wasn't it either.

"Umm, Kurt, what are you staring at?" Jeff asked, curiously, following my gaze.

And of course, at that precise moment, Blaine decided to look at me. His curious eyes meeting mine.

I immediately turned around, hiding the blush that was probably way obvious right now. But one thing seemed to have stayed in my mind, his eyes were filled with curioustiy instead of the normal hate and pain, for some reason that annoyed me even more.

"Blaine Anderson is looking at you" Jeff said, chuckling.

"Please tell me he doesn't look angry" It was out of my mouth before I could help it.

Nick answered this time, "no," he sounded a bit confused. "Why would he?"

"I think he's a bit homophobic or somtehing, or at least that he doesn't like me" there was that uncomfortable feeling again.

"But they don't really like anybody, apart from each other" Jeff said.

"He's still looking at you" Nick said with amusement.

"Stop looking at him," I hissed while swatting both their arms.

They only looked even more amused, -great-, I narrrowed my eyes at them and watched them closely, seeing if they kept their looks at this table, or else I was forced to use violence, and I would.

It turned out I didn't need to use any violence since they went on talking about some epic snow fight that would take place after school, they asked who would join, of course I rejected their offer. "No, thank you, I'd rather not turn into a snowman."

The rest of the lunch I kept my eyes down, or chatted with either Mercedes or Tina. I decided to go to Biology, since I had made that promise to myself. I felt quite nervous about having to sit next to him again, I really hoped he wouldn't turn into the cold, angry man again.

As were on our way to outside I made sure to stick to Mercedes and Tina instead of Jeff, Nick or Finn, since they had been targetting the school with snowballs they would sure be revanged, and I wasn't about the be a part of that.

But when we actually were outside it seemed like I didn't have to worry, all the snow had been washed away by the rain, thank god.

Jeff, Nick and Finn kept complaining about the snow while we were on our way to building four.

I held my breath as I rounded the corner of the clasroom, releasing when I saw the table was still empty, maybe he wouldn't be there after all. I began to feel quite annoyed with him again, already.

I didn't look towards the door, afraid he might come after all and kept my eyes on my desk, absently drawing on the corner of my paper.

Suddenly I heard the loud noice of a chair being moved next to me, my heart did a little jump but I decided not to look up.

"Hi" the voice made me jump in my seat, the voice itself sounded beautiful and sweet, filled with a musical sound.

I looked up, I raised an eyebrow at him because seriously, what was he doing? His hair was still a little bit wet and he looked at me with a friendly, dazzling smile on his flawless lips, I had to remind myself not to drool. When I looked into his eyes I could still see the curiosity, but also some sort of warning, I couldn't quite place it.

I still hadn't said anything back, and even though my consience was screaming to talk to him and stop looking like someone just punched me in the face.

"I never got to introduce myself, my name is Blaine Anderson. You must be Kurt Hummel" he was still smiling, not a broad grin but just slightly smiling.

I had no idea what to say or do, I was trying to make up a snappy comment and when I was about to speak my mouth said something of it's on.

"H-how do you know who I am?" I said, now looking confused. I mentally hit myeslf, that wasn't what I was going to say at all, and not to mention the fact I actually stuttered, also my voice chose to go like three octaves higher.

He chuckled lightly, an enchanting sound. Damn, he had to stop being so perfect, it was getting particularly hard to hate this boy.

"Oh, I think everyone does. It isn't often that someone moves into Forks, I think the whole town knows."

Great so my thoughts were confirmed, also I sounded like a complete idiot, yes, that was also confirmed.

I looked away for a second, ordening my thoughts so I could finally speak my mind.

"Why are you talking to me?" my voice didn't sound as harsh as I had wanted it to be, but at least I said it.

"As I said, I hadn't introduced myself to you, Kurt". It was the second time he said my name and it seriously send shivers down my spine, -No!-, I wasn't alowed to think like that! This was harder than I thought.

"Yes but I already knew who you were." As soon as I said it I knew what I'd done, I had just admitted asking around about him. I mentally slapped myself yet again. For some reason my mind didn't have a filter around this boy, which was rather annoying.

"Ah, yes, of course." he sounded somewhat amused, but also a little bit insecure, maybe he was afraid what else I might have heard about him. Well I knew enough about him to know I didn't like him.

Thankfully, Mr. Banner started talking at that moment. I didn't think I could handle blurting out any more stupid comments like, I love how your hair looks Blaine, you look like an angel, wow, I've never seen a man as handsome as you. I snorted at loud, earning a few weird or amused glances from his classmates, I blushed and tried to pay attention to Mr. Banner.

Of course Mr. Banner had chosen this class to work with your partner, great, what if I really blurted something like that out.

We had to separate the slides of oion root tip cells into the phases of mitosis they represented and label them right. We weren't allowed to use our books, which was no problem with my since I had already done this back at my old school.

"You first, partner," he said, sounding lightly amused again. I didn't know which Blaine irritated me more, the full of hate one, or the cocky and confident one. Well at least this one didn't creep me out as much.. yet.

"I'm not a girl or anything." I finally managed to make a snappy comment, proudly I mentally patted my shoulder- seriously I had to stop thinking like that-.

He looked a little taken aback, at last, but then settled for amused again.

"I was just being polite, but I could start if you wish." he said.

"No, that's fine I'll start." Not giving him the honor of thinking I didn't know how to do this.

I glanced through the microscope and tried to study the slice as quikly as I could.

Luckily my voice sounded confident, "Prophase."

"Mind if I check?" he asked when I was already removing the slide, he stopped me by catching my hand in his.

I pulled my hand back immediately, his hands were ice-cold, probably still from the snow, but that wasn't why I pulled away. No, I pulled away because when his hand touched mine, I felt strong, tiny electric shocks running through my hand, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Um, sorry" he mumbled softly, pulling his hand back as well.

He looked at the slide, even shorter than I had done -show off-, and pushed the microscope back into the middle of the table.

"Prophase," he agreed. I sniffed, quite annoyed again. He wrote it down, and big shock, his handwriting was also beautiful, like the one you see in these really old books, it was very elegant.

He switched the slides and glanced at it trough the microscope, a small smile on his lips again.

"Anaphase," he said, in a soft voice while writing it down.

"Mind if I check?" I quoted him, sounding a little harsh, at last!

But it only seemed to amuse him since he smirked, -ugh-, he pushed the microscope my way.

I looked trough the microscope, hoping he would be wrong, but of course he wasn't.

"Slide three?" I commanded, not really caring to look up and holding my hand out.

He carefully handed it too me, as if making sure our skin didn't touch this time.

I tried to glance as quikly as possible, "Interphase." I shifted the microscope back to him, avoiding one of his smirky comments that definitely would've followed.

He looked at it, and wrote it down. I could've written it, but something about my handwriting, not too mention the heard-dotted i's I made would probably look strange between such beaty. I didn't know whether to swoon or feel extremely annoyed.

We were long done before the others, even though Tina was also very good at Biology, she was working with a partner who couldn't seem to see the difference, or even replace the slides.

I tried not to look at him, sternly keeping my eyes down, but after a few minutes my eyes lingered towards him. I felt a little twinge of distress when I saw that he was looking at me, same look of frustration in his eyes again. Finally my consience placed the change.

"Do you have contacts?" I asked surprised, it was out of my mouth before I knew it, yep no filter at all.

He seemed a little puzzled by my sudden question. "No."

I immediately turned red. "Oh, I just.. nevermind." I could've sworn his eyes weren't the same color..

He kept looking at me for a few seconds and then looked back towards his books again.

I started thinking and I was about a 100 procent sure there was something different about his eyes. His dark, black-ish eyes, who I had seen so many times in my nightmares and sent shivers done my spine by even thinking of them.. they were the same colour as when I first saw him again, I suddenly remembered.

Now his eyes were the goldenbrown, honey eyed colour again. Maybe a little darker if I wasn't mistaken, but they were definetely not black anymore. I had no idea how one's eyes could change colour like that, maybe it was the weather? Or maybe he was too ashamed to admit he had contacts. I sighed, Forks was really starting to make me question my sanity.

I felt a little stab of dissapointment when I saw his fist lay clenched in his lap again, just like last time, before he had dissapeared.

At that moment, Mr. Banner came over to our table, to see why we weren't doing anything. He looked over at our stencil, checking our answers and frowning in surprise.

"Mr. Anderson, don't you think Kurt should get a chance to answer some of the questions?" Mr. Banner asked.

Blaine didn't really losen up, only his facial expression did a little. "Kurt actually identified 3 out of the 5 slides".

Mr. Banner looked over at me, surprise once again in his expression. "Have you done this before?" he asked

"Not with onion root". I said looking at the teacher.

"Whitefish blastula?"

"I think that was it, yes."

He walked away, clearly somewhat impressed. I smiled, at least I had impressed someone.

"Isn't it sad, that all the snow is gone I mean?" Blaine suddenly asked.

I didn't know why the voice surprised me everything he spoke, even though it sounded more like a forced conversation starter.

I sighed, quite annoyed. "I guess, I don't really like snow, or any wet, cold thing for any matters" Even though he fascinated me more than anyone, I still didn't like him but my head and conscience seemed to fight about that, -sigh-.

He seemed to frown and chuckle at some sort of inside joke or something. "Then Forks isn't really the best place for you"

"It's not like I can do anything about it." I said irritated, so what? He couldn't get out of here so he tried to get me out of here? whas that what he was doing? I had no idea what to think anymore.

He looked fascinated by my outburst, rather than taken aback, I thought about throwing my book towards his head, but that might not be so smart.

"Why is that, then?" He asked curiously.

I didn't immediately answer, since no one had really asked me that, maybe they knew, but no had asked it directly. Also, he didn't sound rude and he wasn't talking with that annoying smirk either, I narrowed my eyes at him a tiny bit.

He chuckled lightly at my suspicion, but waited for me to speak again.

"It's... complicated." was all I managed to say, still thinking if I should trust him all of the sudden.

"I think I'll understand," still pushing me to tell him.

I didn't start speaking again, thinking of how I could say this without completely boring him out. But then I made the mistake of looking right into his eyes, that somehow seemed connected to my filter.

"I lived with my mom in New York, but she got a job that she had to travel for so I moved in with Burt and Carole, my parents are divorced." Okay so far for not boring him out, but when I looked at him he still seemd rather fascinated.

"Well, that wasn't so difficult" his voice had something of symphaty, I didn't know if it irritated me or made me like him even more, -what?-

"I guess not," I agreed.

"What job did your mother get?" he asked, as if he wasn't bored at all.

"Umm, she is a really talented actress. She got a role in a play which she had to travel for." the though about my mother made me smile.

"Have I heard of her?" he also smiled.

"Maybe, I don't know."

"What is her name?" he asked, sounding seriously interested.

"Um, Elizabeth Evans. She is mainly on broadway tough, only in New York." It would be surprising if someone from Forks actually knew a broadway star.

He seemed to be thinking, "I think I might. That's a beautiful name by the way," he looked back my way and smiled.

For some reason, that had definitely nothing to do with his smile, my heart fluttered.

"Thanks, I guess." I said flustered, trying to hold back the flush that I felt rising towards my cheeks and neck.

"So you moved here, because your mother wanted to be traveling for her work." It didn't sound like a question, more of a statement.

"Well at first she didn't want to go, but I told her I'd be fine here." I didn't want him to think bad about my mother, she was the most lovely, sweet person.

"But you don't like it here?" he asked, sounding questioned again.

"No, I don't." I had no idea why I was explaining this to him, a few seconds ago I had felt the need to throw something at him and now I was telling him my lifestory, seriously?

"Then why did you go?" It seemed like he was getting a little frustrated that he still didn't understand

There were the feeling again, the feeling that he really wanted me to get out of here. I sighed what felt like the 100th time around him, well whatever, I wasn't leaving because he wanted me to.

"Because I want her to be happy." I said, proud of myself that I for once cared about someone else more than myself.

"And you think she wouldn't be happy with you and without the part?" he asked.

I felt like I was in a therapy session, why was he asking all these questions?

"I'm not sayin that, I just wanted her to take the part because it's a great step in her career. Plus, I'll be gone here by next year anyway." I deliberately said the last part, to let him know I wasn't going anyway untill next year, or that he would get rid of me in a year.

"But now you're unhappy?" he ignored the last part of my answer.

I almost felt the need to snort out loud, "so?"

"Well that that doesn't sound fair?" he said, still looking at me with intense eyes.

There was the feeling to snort again, this time I did. "Well, since when is life fair?" well probably for him everything was perfect, except the fact that I was still here maybe.

He shrugged, still looking at me as if I were about to continue.

"What?" I asked, getting a little bit uncomfortable under his stare.

"You seem to be putting on a good show, but I'm sure you're more suffering than you let anyone see."

I didn't answer him, apparently he be wasn't about to let go. "Am I wrong?"

"Since when did this become a counceling session?" I snapped, feeling rather irritated.

"I see, I wasn't." He smiled, looking as if he was content he saw he had judged right.

"Since when do you care anyway?" I didn't really know if had actually wanted to ask that or not, but since I had already done I kept looking at him, one of my eyebrows raised.

"I'm sorry, am I annoying you?" he asked, still sounding a little bit too amused.

"Yes, in fact you are. But you didn't answer my question."

"I guess I'm just curious." he didn't seem entirely sure of his answer himself, all amusement out of his voice.

I looked at him, questioning but I saw he wasn't about to explain that further, I sighed -again-.

Luckily, Mr. Banner called the class to order and I turned to listen to him. I was still clueless of why I just told him that much about me, I was also still clueless of why he even bothered, I really had no idea what to think of this myseterious boy.

After a few minutes past, I could see he took his usual position as he always did sitting next to me. Fist clenched and leaning away from me, as far as possible.

When the bell rang Blaine was out of the classroom before I could look up at him, moving gracefully, I watched him in awe, still feeling a little bit unsure about him.

Tina came towards me, "Ugh, I wish I had you as my Biology partner, mine totally sucked."

I laughed, "Yeah, the poor guy had totally no idea what he was doing."

We chattered on our way towards the Gym, and P.E.

I said goodbye to Tina, she had an other class, and saw Finn walking towards me, "Hi dude" I rolled my eyes at the dude, but I was already getting used to it.

We walked towards the gym together, Finn still seemed to be bummed about the snow but Rachel had invited him over at her place so that seemed to cheer him up.

P.E class went rather well this time, I tried to stay out of the way most of the time and everyone seemed fine with that. After P.E I waited untill Karofsky and his friends were gone so I could change safely and walked towards the parking lot.

When I walked towards my car, it was raining again. I climbed in my truck as quikly as possible, turning on the heater, cursing at the wet weather, still not used to it. I was about to see if it was safe to drive backwards when I saw him standing there, leaning against the door of, what was probably his, silver Volvo.

Blaine was definitely looking at me, I looked away trying my hardest not to blush. Without looking I threw the truck into reverse, forgetting my plan of glancing if that was safe to do so, and almost hitting someone's Toyota. I managed to reach the break before actually hitting the car behind me.

I saw the owner of the Toyota looking angry at me, but luckily he drove away. I took a deep breath and pulled out again, this time without almost hitting someone. I tried to stare sternly in front of me when I past the silver Volvo, but from the corner of my eye I could've sworn I saw him laughing.