"Okay, um, so do you play goalie full time, or is it just a hobby?"

"Full time goalie. I'm also a tight end and kicker on the football team, and I play basketball too."

"That's cool. So what do you like to do for fun, besides sports?"

He stares into my eyes, says, "I think I'd like to do nothing but stare into your eyes."

Seriously?

This guy is full of freaking lines. I hate him. (I love him.) I roll my eyes at him. "Okay, so lunch was great, thanks." I start to get up.

"Wait. I just mean they are such a cool color. They are so blue, but then when the light is just right they look almost purple. Are they real?"

"Last time I checked."

This guys a dick, gorgeous or not.

"I just meant, gosh." He runs his hand through his hair and looks frustrated. "They're such a cool color, I thought maybe they were colored contacts."

"Nope, all just me." I shove the rest of the turkey and swiss sandwich down my throat and say, "Hey thanks, but I gotta go change into dance clothes."

"Okay. Well, hey, good luck."

I walk into the field house, rush into the girls locker room, and quick brush my hair back into something resembling a ponytail and pull my bangs out of my face with a barrette. I wash my soccer sweat off with a wet towel, and throw on some powder and a bit of mascara. It's gonna have to do.

Or I'm gonna be late.

I rush out and run smack into Aiden.

He says, "Sorry," looks at the ground, and then back up at me. He's holding a small green leaf in his hand. "Here, I found this. I thought you should have it. Open your hand."

I do, and he lays a perfect four leaf clover in it.

"Good luck," he says, and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. (Swoonnnnnn!) It's really quite adorable, and I can't decide now if he's a jerk or not.

I'm leaning toward not, as I bounce happily over to the gym for dance tryouts.

Tryouts aren't really that hard. They had the group of us memorize one simple dance routine and then made us perform it in a group. We spent about two hours learning it and about 15 minutes on the tryout.

I have no idea how I did. I knew the routine. And I know big smiles are important for dance performers, and all I know is that I couldn't fake the smile on my face no matter how good of an actor I might ever be.

The kiss on the cheek and four leaf clover from Aiden has me grinning from ear to ear.

Still.

And I'm thinking I'm really looking forward to the all school mixer tonight. (Me too!) A Cheap Imitation of the Real Thing 5:15pm I go back to my dorm, take a quick shower, do my hair up, and am thinking about getting dressed when my roommate, Morgan, comes in and sits on her bed. She has only unpacked her bedding. And I'm kinda surprised by this because she does seem like one of those annoying overachiever types. (Was Morgan her name in the final version? I can't even remember.) I mean I'm fine with being an achiever, she just seems like she tries too hard. But I figure I'll make the best of it and be nice to her.

"So, have you figured out what you are going to wear to dinner and the mixer?" I ask her.

She stares at my gorgeous ocean poster and says, "I hate the water."

"You hate the water? Did you like almost drown or get bitten by a shark? Everyone loves the water."

"No, I just prefer the electricity of a big city."

And the anonymity, I would think, as well. But I don't say that. "Well, yeah, but some cities, like Miami have both."

She sighs at me. She doesn't like to be wrong. "I also don't think I can live with Malibu Barbie."

And I was like, "How did you know I'm from Malibu? I don't remember telling you that."

And I realize that is the second time in two days I have had a quote from Legally Blonde thrown at me.

"It was kinda a slam. Gee, you're dumb. So I'm moving in with a girl I'm going to be in band with. She isn't happy with her roommate either. So her roommate is going to move in with you."

"Uh, no. They said we can't switch roommates. You can't just ditch me!"

I'm getting ditched by a four eyed band geek?! Oh my second day? How totally uncool am I?

"I talked to the student advisor about it, and she said we can switch if all four of us agree. And since when are you a rule follower anyway? You came in a half hour after curfew!"

"I was in the dorm before curfew, but there were a few girls still up, so we were talking a little. Getting to know one another. You should try it."

She ignores my snarky comment. "So I'll introduce you to your new roommate tonight. She tried out for the dance team too, so you'll probably get along just fine."

And I'm thinking well, maybe she will be better. And all of a sudden, I'm excited to meet her.

Morgan, I'm kinda impressed that she had the balls and the resourcefulness to get all this figured out. I'm thinking maybe I should try to be friends with her, but then I realize she's already biased against me. Against the beach, against my tan, against my late nights, and I don't really think I want to take the time to convince her I am anything more than that. Besides, I have to finish getting dressed, do my makeup perfectly, and go stalk the God of all Hotties.

And Dallas. And maybe even that hot guy Peyton is always hanging out with. He is freaking gorgeous. (She's already crushing a little on Dawson here.) I need to find out if that's her boyfriend because I haven't seen them like kiss or hold hands or anything, maybe they are just bffs. I hope.

While I'm getting ready, I get a text from Riley, well he put his number in my phone and the name he put was Sex God. I haven't had time to change it.

Sex God: