Author: Jenny
Disclaimer: I don’t own it… yada yada yada.
Pairing: Kyle/Isabel
Rating: TEEN
Summary: Pre-Pilot. It’s the gang’s Freshman year, and Isabel and Kyle have both solidified their status in the high school hierarchy. What’s next?
Author’s Note: This is an idea that’s been in my head forever, and I also wanted to write something for Majik’s Valentine’s Day Challenge, so I figured, why not kill two birds with one stone? This is the result. Oh, and it’s short… only three parts.
And I would never post a fic without the guidance of my beta and wonderful friend, kerri240879. Love ya, babe.
Part One
Kyle Valenti: Star Athlete
The crowd of teenagers in the stands roared loudly as Kyle Valenti scored another two-point basket, putting the West Roswell Comets even further in the lead. Kyle smiled to himself as he jogged back down the court, thinking, This one’s in the bag.
At only halfway through his Freshman year at West Roswell High School, Kyle had already found his niche – sports. During the fall, he’d been the star player on the Freshman football team, earning notice from the coaches that would most definitely land him a spot on the varsity team for next year. He was currently carrying the basketball team through a winning season, and was already preparing himself for baseball tryouts in a few weeks.
With the star athleticism came guaranteed popularity. In a small school like West Roswell, the athletes ruled. All the guys wanted to be them, and all the girls wanted to date them. Being the only son of the town sheriff had its benefits too. Who wants to get on the bad side of the son of one of the most powerful men in town?
Basically, Kyle was on top of the world. He felt untouchable – like he could do anything and have anything. And there was something – make that someone – that he had his eye on.
With his popular status, Kyle could have his pick of pretty much any girl he wanted. In fact, he’d already dated quite a few since the beginning of the year. But there was one girl who stood out among all the rest. One girl that would make him the envy of all the other guys on the team. One girl that he was planning on taking to Pam Troy’s Valentine’s party.
Isabel Evans.
If Kyle Valenti was a king among men in their high school, then Isabel Evans would be the queen. She was easily the prettiest girl in the Freshman class, maybe even the entire school. She had the longest, silkiest blonde hair, and a body so hot that it could light a room on fire. For as long as he’d known her, she’d always been prettier than most girls, but now she put them all to shame. She was a sixteen-year-old girl on the verge of becoming a twenty-five-year-old woman.
Isabel had a reputation for being pretty cold – some had dubbed her the “Ice Princess.” The other girls in school either hated her or wanted to be her – there was no in between. All the guys wanted to date her, and her name came up in the locker room fairly frequently. Kyle knew, though, that most of them were full of shit. He was pretty confident that none of them had gotten past first base with her, if they even got that far.
Isabel had a mysterious side to her, which intrigued Kyle. Despite her social standing, she spent an odd amount of time with Max Evans, her reclusive brother, and Michael Guerin, who Kyle thought was a bit of a weirdo. Kyle had noticed that she seemed to be a different person when she was around those two – gentler and more open. It was like she put up these invisible walls around everyone else, but Max and Michael got to see the real deal. And as much as Kyle appreciated Isabel’s beautiful exterior, he really wanted to find out what was behind those walls.
So he’d made up his mind that he was going to ask her to Pam’s party – which was rumored to be the social event of the year. Pam had a reputation for being quite a party girl, and it was common knowledge that her parents were away a lot, and didn’t seem to care much about what she did in their absence. It was a teenager’s wet dream.
After the game (which the Comets won, of course), Kyle and some of his teammates headed to the Crashdown Café for a late dinner, as was their custom after home games. And who happened to be sitting just a few booths away, but the beautiful Miss Evans herself. Kyle couldn’t help but be captivated by the way she smiled and casually flipped her luxurious blonde hair over one shoulder as she chatted idly with her girlfriends.
“Dude, you’re starting to drool.” Kyle jumped when an elbow jabbed him sharply in the side.
“Shit, Paulie!” Kyle exclaimed, hitting his friend in the chest. “What the hell’d you do that for?”
“I know what you’re thinking, man,” Paulie said, “and you might as well give it up right now.”
“What?”
“You’re thinking of asking the Ice Princess to Pam’s party, aren’t you?”
“So what if I am?” Kyle asked indifferently.
“I’m telling you, it’s not worth it. She’s like…” Paulie paused, as if searching for the right words. “Some kind of… evil bitch monster of death!”
Kyle scoffed and said, “Yeah, like you would even know. You’re just pissed ‘cause she wouldn’t go out with you.”
A slight blush crept into Paulie’s cheeks, and Kyle knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “Whatever, man,” Paulie said sullenly. “Just watch out. She could freeze hell over with one of her icy glares.”
As several of the other guys at the table murmured in agreement, Kyle continued to watch Isabel. Thoughtfully, he said, “You guys are wrong about her. There’s something about her…”
“Don’t go all sappy on us, Valenti,” Tommy piped up. “Why don’t you try to prove us wrong anyway? Go ask her.”
“What, right now?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah, go ask her out. If she says yes,” Paulie said, emphasizing the word ‘if,’ “then you can try to prove that we’re wrong about her.”
Kyle was never one to step down from a challenge, and with all of his friends staring at him expectantly and egging him on, he really didn’t have much of a choice.
So as his teammates looked on eagerly, he rose from his seat and confidently approached the girls’ booth…
You know if you ever do come up with any ideas, I'll be first in line to read it.