"Does what work?"

"Your pickup lines?"

"I wouldn't know, that's the first time I tried?"

"Liar"

"No, really! it's the truth"

"I still don't believe you"

"Well it's the truth, so"

Curse this devilish face. Irene can't seem to believe I have no experience in this flirting thing. Well I can't just go and say , hey it's true ! I one day fell asleep and awoke in an alternate reality with a hot body and amazing face now can I? wait, maybe I just should

Irene seems to have calmed down a bit after being all excited a moment ago. Her demeanor returns to normal but somehow she seems less cool than before. Still not approachable but she's got a smile now which is definitely much better to look at than her previous melancholic expression. Hmmm I like both though.

"So do you have more?"

"More what?"

"Pickup lines?"

"Yeah, I've been preparing for 18 years you know. I could even right a book"

"Say some"

"Okay , *uhmmm* *uhmmm* do you play soccer?"

"I don't really watch soccer"

"No, you must answer with "no why"?"

"No why?"

"Oh that's strange because you seem like a keeper *wink*"

"I don't get it"

"A keeper is a position and you are ugh, never mind let me try another"

"What does my life without you and a broken pencil have in common?"

"I don't know"

"They both pointless"

She smiles , and s.h.i.+vers a bit before she shows me her curled up fingers in a paw like way.

"Cringe Cringe!"

"Okay, think you can do better? I bet you've heard many before"

"Not really"

"Seriously, you look like you are the popular type"

"I guess, but no one really approaches me"

It's no wonder, your stares are legendary. The can make any male feel inadequate at a moments notice. Mix that in with her looks and its not really surprising guys keep a distance. There's a saying

'It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.'

" I have one more"

" Go ahead"

*clears throat*

"There's an Italian painter, named Carlotti, and he defined beauty. He said it was the summation of the parts working together in such a way that nothing needed to be added, taken away or altered, and that's you. You're beautiful"

She looks at me with her bambi like eyes. Her eyelashes flutter. She's clearly surprised by that one. Seems like I went serious way to fast.

You know what they say 'timing is everything'. What would happen in you were running like Usain bolt while the other person was just hopping. There would be great distance between the two. So you need to control your speed .

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Ahhh Saved by the bell. We proceed back to the cla.s.s room. But just before we enter Irene turns to me and looks up.

"The last one, was ....okay"

She leaves me fl.u.s.tered and goes to take her seat. I follow, not knowing what to do anymore.

I just sit and take notes for the rest of the day. Recalling that moment and her shy expression. When it's time to leave, I really want to ask her if I can take her home but my fantasy is interrupted by the homeroom, Mrs. Han who comes in

"Dylan Park, come with me to the office"

"Yes, teacher"

I smile and say goodbye to my cla.s.s. Irene has already packed up and seems to have not heard me or either just chose to ignore me. I guess the Ice Princess, isn't that easy to melt.

I follow Mrs Han towards the end of the hall. Where i'm surprised to find that we are not alone. There's a man inside already. He seems like his in his mid 50s, the signs of age are already showing on his face. He takes a sip of tea from the cup in front of him in a manner that I can only describe as educated. He just has that, ' I went to x.x.xx University, so i'm better than others' look.

"Princ.i.p.al, I've brought Student Park"

Oh, so his the princ.i.p.al but why does he want to see me?