[ WP ] You are a teenager with the ability to measure how `` Dangerous '' people are on a scale from 1 to 10 just by looking at them . A normal child would be a 1 , while a trained man with an assault rifle might be a 7 . Today , you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a 10 .

Every since I can remember, there were numbers in my head. 
 
 Everyone had a number, a three for the boy who pushed me down the slide, a seven for those murderer's on TV, a four for my mother, etc... I had never met a ten, nor a nine, and eights were only in other countries. 
 
 Until I met *him*. 
 
 He was beautiful. 
 
 He was perfect and kind and lovely, he was everything I ever wanted in life. He was pure perfection. He must n't have ever had a bad day because he was *divine*. 
 
 But he was a ten. 
 
 He was a ten in everything he did; he was a star athlete, head of the debate team, model student, and loving son. Everyone knew him, guys wanted to be him, girls wanted him, and I... 
 
 I was skeptical. 
 
 What was different about him? He seemed to be perfect, but that could n't be true... I was very wary of this boy, this seeming deity of perfection, what would ever make him like this? 
 
 I was terrified of him from the moment he said hello. 
 
 `` Hey, I'm Alex, and I could n't help but notice that you always seem to walk away whenever I'm in the room? Did I upset you or something? If I did, I'm sorry, a lady as beautiful as you should never have to be uncomfortable.'' 
 
 I blinked in wide eyed fear, my eyes staring at his perfectly sculpted outstretched hand. What was *wrong* with him? 
 
 `` Hey, now, I'm not gon na bite.'' 
 
 I focused on his perfect lips and the way his white teeth broadened into a lovely grin. He was a boy that many fell in love with, but I was n't buying it. I was different; I was that one weird chick that over analyzes everything- I did n't have emotions and that's why everyone stayed away. 
 
 Cautiously, I outstretched my hand. 
 
 `` Flora,'' I rasped, my voice low and uncertain. His smile grew wider and his hand enveloped mine. 
 
 The shock that jolted my arm was unexpected, and I yanked my arm back as soon as our skin had met. 
 
 His face developed into what seemed like a Cheshire grin. I saw the glint in his eyes, and I felt true terror for the first time in my life. 
 
 `` Flora,'' he repeated, as if to test out the words on his own tongue, `` I was hoping I'd find you soon.'' 
 
 He licked his lips and took a step forward.
