Why Her? 

Francisco's POV

I felt that same tug in my chest as Alex walked in. That's happened ever since she moved here last year. The worst of it all, she's my mate. She's hideous for all I know. Not what I can see. Because... I can't see! I'm not blind. She hides in baggy sweatshirts and sweatpants.

Alex had long brown hair... I think. What I do know for sure is her face. I have it memorized, and I love what I see. Her eyes are an icy blue, so blue, they're almost inhuman. They have the same fierce look in any kind of mood. Although all she looks at me are faces of hurt and anger. I resent what I did. She has a cute button nose, and big pouty lips perfect for mine. Wait a minute... what just happened?

Ever since she moved here all I did was ignore her. I knew she felt the same pull as I did. But I couldn't help it. She wasn't at all my type. My type was redheads with curves. A real body. A proud body. I sighed and headed to class early. One of the classes I had with Alex. She was already there, of course. In her usual get up. Baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. though I must admit, those pants made her ass look huge. And yes, I did look. Can't blame me, can you?

I took my assigned seat. Next to her. Her shoulder scrunched up when I scooted closer to her, to get into my seat. They were tiny. Though she was tinier, she had space between her stomach and the desk. Guess she was skinny. The teacher walked in, her wrinkled face looking bored.

"Okay, class," she yelled at us. "today, we're doing a lab and you're partner will be the person sitting next to you." I looked at Alex and she looked at me. I was getting lost in her big blue eyes, and she automatically looked away. I sighed, and as soon as she was handed the paper, she immediately started working on it. Well, my mate's smart, I thought, that's attractive. But it was.

I had my right hand up and I was twirling a pencil in it. While she was doing a problem, she didn't notice that her sweatshirt sleeve slid off her tan shoulder. I, however, couldn't stop staring at it...

Alex's POV

I was working hard on a problem, trying to ignore how close Francisco was to me. The object we were observing was on his side of the desk. Just great. I reached for it, and I felt his knuckles graze my skin. He growled softly, and I looked at him, squinting my eyes at him in confusion. His upper lip was pulled up and I could see his gums. He looked like he was trying to keep himself together.

His eyes met mine. It was like he was hypnotizing me... I couldn't breathe. I saw his face get closer slowly, but it was too slow for me, so I started to close the distance between us myself. His eyes left mine and looked down at my lips. All of a sudden, I was free, and I realized what I was doing, so I pulled away. His eyes were dark with lust, and my breath caught. Lust? No, that was impossible. Right?

The bell rang, and I dashed out of there. I needed to get my head together. That meant I needed to get away from him. Away from everybody. Luckily, I had no other classes with 'him' and the rest of the day passed quickly. I walked home, it wasn't long, about 7 minutes. My best friend, Ivan, stepped in beside me. I smiled at him, and he smiled at me, looking nervous. "What's wrong?" I asked him, and he shrugged and looked away. Okay... weird.

We stopped at my front door, and I turned to say goodbye to him. I froze when I saw that he was staring at me intently. "Alex, I need to tell you something," he said, more like whispered. I nodded, not understanding. "I like you, Alex, more than friends, and... I need to know how you feel about me." He rushed and my eyes widened.

I took that time to look him over. He was cute. Dirty blond hair with warm chocolate brown eyes. He was tall, just the right build, and had a great personality. I've never thought about him other than a big brother... until now. He liked me. More than friends. I'm not ugly, I know that much, and he was the only one who has seen my body. Not like that, just... he's over all the time, and at home, I'm in a tank top and sleeping shorts. He was shocked the first time he saw me like that. I smiled as I thought over that memory.

"Please, Alex, the suspense is killing me," he begged me, looking scared, and a little defeated. "Just one date, please, and if you don't care for me as I do for you, then I won't bother you anymore about this. Just..." he rambled on, shrugging, "please, one date."

I sighed and smiled a little bit. "Okay, one date." I agreed, and he smiled so wide I thought his face would split in half. I was happy, but deep down, I wondered why I felt like I was cheating.