Black or White *Dalton Rapattoni fanfic*

I slammed my hard plastic lunch tray down on the table, the impact causing the slop my school considered an "entree" to mix with the wilted excuse for a salad, turning my plate into a disgusting, congealed mess. I set down my heavy textbooks as well, the workload of the honors classes teasing me. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.

"So, who's that new kid everyone's talking about?" I asked.

Kaitlin, my best friend, piped up, "You mean Guyliner? Ew. Stay away, girl. You've already got a study date with Joey on Friday night."

"I didn't say I wanted to marry him, I just wanted to know his name," I joked, twirling the slop around on my fork, making a note to bring up the menu at my next student council meeting.

"It's Dalton," my friend Marybeth replied. "Everyone's talking about him. He has such a rep. He's a player. Seriously. He isn't taking ANY honors classes, Serena."

"Well, this lunch is disgusting," I said, changing the subject, "so I think I'll go get a cookie instead..." I walked over to the small "snack" counter set up in the back corner, where students could purchase an array of fruits, cookies, chips and more. I purchased my cookie, and turned to make my way back to my friends, when--SMACK! Me--and my cookie--ricocheted off somebody and fell to the floor.

I was fine, for the most part but my cookie was shattered. A boy was hovering over me. I could feel the blush of embarrassment radiating off his cheeks.

"I... I... I'm sorry," he mumbled, reaching down to help me up. I took his hand, and he pulled me to my feet. I smoothed my perfectly ironed sweater. I smoothed my bangs, and tucked my hair back behind my ear. I'd secure it with a bobby pin later. As student council president, I had to look crisp, clean and presentable, even after tumbles like these.

I studied him, the one who'd been my rescue, and my downfall: bleached blonde, nearly white hair; bright blue and concerned eyes, framed by smudges of black; a white t-shirt advertising the logo of some band you've never heard of; silver necklaces; and a huge, quirky top hat. He was cute, in a dangerous way. "Th-thanks," I stammered. Why was I so nervous? I gave speeches so often, I greeted many new students... why couldn't I talk to this one?

"I'm REALLY sorry about the cookie," he replied. "Can I buy you a new one?"

"I'll take you up on that offer. I'm Serena Vega, student council president."

"My name's Dalton, and I-uh-play guitar, I guess," he replied.

"You're new here, right?" I asked.

"That's correct, we just moved in." He shifted his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Can I buy you another cookie?" he asked. "I feel bad."

"If you insist."

"Great." He took my hand and lead me into the snack line. Although confused as to why he was holding my hand, I followed him. Together, we bought a cookie. I thanked him, he smiled, and I walked back to my friends.