You Don't Know You The Way I Do- A Team Starkid Fanfiction

Well there's a lot of people talking about back to school. I DON'T GO BACK UNTIL SEPTEMBER 4TH. But that's only because we're tearing it down and building a new high school so we had a really long summer. Kiss my feet peasants.

Plus I just realized I had three unread summer reading books glaring at me. (Let the record show I'm a huge procrastinator) I just finished The Kite Runner and I'm on Breaking Night. That and The Jungle need to be completed in record time, so I may not update often. My deepest apologies to those who like my works.

So, without further ado, the first "date" between Noah and Jaime!

CHAPTER 2.4: NOAH'S POV:

It's not a date if both people are pretending not to like each other, right? Just a casual get-together between two friends who just so happen to be different genders. There doesn't need to be this attraction between them that neither can act on, right?

Not a date. Just bowling.

To be perfectly honest, I was angry at myself. I constantly had these impulses, and I had to learn not to act on them, because half of the time they are terrible ideas. I mean, I don't think hanging out with Jaime Lyn was a terrible idea or anything, but it felt wrong to me. Wrong because I just had this deep epiphany about why I should stay with Savanna and not lead Jaime Lyn on. Wrong because I shouldn't even like Jaime Lyn the way I do. (A/N: little pun on the title there if anyone cares to notice.) 

But it had to happen the way it did. I had to meet this amazingly beautiful girl when I was already committed in a relationship. And there's nothing I could do about it. It's not like I could just snap my fingers and the past events of yesterday would just disappear. If anything, I would want to erase my history with Savanna. I sickening pang hit my stomach when I realized if I never met her, she would probably be dead.

I laced my tennis shoes. I tried as hard as I could not to put too much thought into my outfit, yet that didn't stop me from matching my shirt with my sneakers. I kept thinking about how much like Eli I was becoming, almost gagging at the thought of becoming the horrid species of "fangirl."

I checked myself in the mirror. People told me all the time I looked like Eli, but I didn't see it whatsoever. She has these gray eyes while mine are a dark blue, almost purple. That's the only thing I inherited from my disgusting mother. Just because my eyes were hers, it makes me wish I had Eli's. Everything else was exactly like my father. I have a picture of him from when he just graduated college, and some nights, I compare my appearance to his. Same long nose that slightly hooks at the bottom, same light, bushy eyebrows, same dark, shaggy hair that can never stay in place, even the same miniscule freckles on my cheeks. I put on maybe more cologne than I would usually, and ruffled my hair with my hands for the umpteenth unnecessary time.

This will not be awkward, I told myself. Jaime Lyn is just a friend. You will have a fun night with a friend.

But that wonderful idea of a "fun night" came crashing down when I closed my door. I was about halfway down the hallway when I saw a familiar figure trekking up in my direction. He had dark stubble, messy hair and one large, black eye. 

Dylan Saunders.

He stopped at the very sight of me. I could sense a shocked face under his hangover. But just looking at him made me want to punch something, preferably him. He didn't understand how much Eli hated alcohol, he didn't understand how protective I was over my baby sister. And he think he could just stand at my place and look me in the eye?

I hurried over to him, my blood pulsing through my head and arms. I was content at how noticeable that black eye was, but wanted nothing more than to give him another one just to match it...