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This is from the POV of Alex, the main characters boyfriend. It's his account of the first time he met her. In their interaction Alex notices some big red flags, but he's too fascinated with her to care. For now anyways.

It was the last final of the fall semester. I should have been psyched, but I couldn’t focus on anything. All I could think about was this shifty little brunette in the back row. Now that class was over I missed the only chance I’d probably ever get. At a school this size, the odds that I would ever have another class with her were slim. I didn't know what her major was. She'd never even talked to me. 

There was an elevator in Philmore Hall, but it was probably seventy years old, so I always took the stairs. But when I walked out of the class she was standing in the rickety elevator, staring right at me. I froze, like a deer in the head lights. Her eyes were electric blue, almost like they were glowing. She reminded me of a hot alien from a sci-fi movie. The type that ends up eating everybody. 

She pressed a button, but instead of closing the doors shuddered and stayed open. When she bit her lip my feet started moving all on their own. She raised an eye brow. The idea of being stuck in the elevator was starting to sound pretty good.Her eyes stayed locked on my face until I was standing next to her in the elevator. She just smirked and looked ahead. A bead of sweat slid down the edge of my jaw. 

She was not at all my usual type, she was tiny – maybe five feet tall – and pale as a sheet. But she was. . . interesting.It was obvious that I wasn't her type either. Most people had heard of her, and they talked. The guy who sat next to me said she scratched 'Fuck You' onto the hood of his friend Carlos’ Mustang. Everything about her said unstable. Girls like that dated musicians or guys who ride motorcycles. Not me. Not the honors student, church on Sundays, Honda Civic owner. 

I fumbled for my keys as we neared the ground floor, twirling them between my fingers. All semester I thought she'd been shooting me glances now and then. I slipped the key ring around my index finger. When the doors opened, I stepped forward and spun the ring. Just as I did, I was able to watch it careen off my finger tip and slide into the thin crevice between the elevator and the floor. Beside me I heard a muted snort. She was laughing at me. Great. 

"Crap." I couldn't help it, I laughed. I ran my hand over my head, calculating how long it would take to walk home from Philmore.She looked up at me, "Got a spare?"
"At home" I said.She smiled again,"Hey, don't worry about it. I got it." 

I just nodded and started behind her. My pulse was racing, it was embarrassing, but at least I had a reason to talk to her.
“Uh, my name's Alex, by the way.” I said as I caught up to her.She grinned wryly, “I know.”
she paused, “Rocky.”“Yeah, I know.” I smiled to myself. "So, do you have AAA or something?""Nope."I followed her to the parking lot and showed her my clunky car. She nodded, ran her hand over the edge of the door."Hold on." She said. She pulled a small car starter from her pocket and pointed it in the opposite direction. 

The lights flickered on a glossy black Infiniti that I had been jealous of all semester morning. Unbelievable. She skipped over to the coupe and crawled into the back seat. Clothing went flying and clear plastic wrapping flew up into the window. All I could see was her little silhouette wrestling around. She came out holding a wire hanger and a piece of wood under her arm. In her hands she was manipulating the wire, straightening it out. Absently she handed me the block, I looked it over in my hands, it was a wedge, painted blue."You have kids?" I asked doubtfully.She laughed once and looked at me sideways, "No, my friend does." 

When the wire was straightened out she bent one end with her foot, making it into a hook. She held out her hand for the wood, placing the thin edge in between the seam of the door, and slammed down on the flat end with the heel of her palm. The door was pried open an inch. She threaded the wire into the crack and used it to hook my lock, then popped it open. Rocky looked up at me and put her finger under my chin, pushing my mouth closed. 

Impressive, but what good did that do? "But, how am I supposed to –" She held up her finger, dialing her phone in the other hand. 

She ducked down under my dashboard, popped the hood, and whipped out her cell phone. 

"Hey Lil, where's the solenoid on a Honda?" she waited a moment, "No, of course not, just helping a guy who lost his keys,” she glanced up at me again, “Yup, bye." 

A few seconds later and the engine roared to life. She leaned back in my seat and smiled at me. "Tada." 

I couldn't believe it, she hot wired my car like it was changing a tire. "Wow, where did you learn how to do that?"She laughed once and shrugged. “You know, just around.”I didn't want to push my luck, so I let it go, “Man, I really owe you.” 

“Yeah, you do," She said, "Buy me dinner."

I know, that was a bit on the long side... sorry! I hope you managed to read down this far, and I hope your not disappointed! Let me know what you think and I'll do the same for you!