He became red flush in the face; he had his sketch book out and was drawing pictures of her.  Now here she was, sitting right in front of him.  Its not like it should have taken him by surprise, this happens every day at first period biology class.  Still, he didn't want her to know he was drawing her.<br/><br/>Name:  Clive Erik Lindberg.  But who the hell would ever call their kid Clive?  Thankfully, it became nomenclature to simply use his middle name.  So, mostly everyone knew him by Erik.<br/><br/>Age:  16 [and 1/2; so he was much closer to being an adult than people thought]<br/><br/>Look:  5'8", hair color changed from a deep auburn red to black depending on the way the sun might reflect off his head.  Some of the girls were jealous of his auburn style; so they might tease him once and a while.  Overall, people liked Erik.  And he was always able to be kind and put smiles on people's faces ... except Samantha.  She was a challenge.<br/><br/>When Erik was 5, he was told his parents died when their car brakes ceased functioning and they hit full speed into a tractor trailer in front of them.  At least that is what he was told; he immediately became the only family to his little sister, Kiara.  Well, not so little; she was his twin.  But he liked protecting her.  His fondest memory of the orphanage (could you have a fond memory of orphanages?) was when little, snot faced George tried to kiss Kiara on the lips.  Erik was so mad, he went up to him and punched his lights out.  From that time forward, no one messed with his sister.<br/><br/>Well, until he was 6.  He had been adopted by a really awesome family.  Except, he never felt that he belonged.  And his family told him they really didn't have room for two children; just him.  So, he became the only child.  From time to time he wondered what ever happened to Kiara.  While his new parents didn't change his name, he was no longer being called Clive!  He made sure of that!  Hopefully, they kept her name Kiara.<br/><br/>Now, Samantha was an enigma to him.  She hardly gave him the time of day; but he liked her.  He thought to himself that he "liked liked" her; so, there was one drawing in his sketch book that he had for her this morning.  She had left a picture of her cat on her iphone one day; Erik quickly memorized it and sketched it for her, putting a little more thought into the detail than normal.<br/><br/>"Oh hey, Samantha.  I wanted to know ..."  he stuttered, not sure what to say.  "Uh, what do you think of this drawing?"  He handed her a folded paper that he thought was the cat drawing.<br/><br/>Then, Mr. Klitzke began.  "Okay class, let's calm down.  Uh, Erik.  Could you stop flirting with the girls again, and pay attention.  Today might be your favorite lecture; on how frogs reproduce."  The class laughed, Erik slinked back in his chair embarrassed.  He wasn't embarrassed by the harassing school teacher or the laughing class; he was embarrassed because he still had the cat drawing on his desk.  So which drawing did he just give her?