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You sat at your desk behind Len at your fourth period class, Health. That class was always the scariest for you. Most guys laughed in Health. Those were the immature ones. Then of course there were always those girls who thought they were guys and did the same. You used to be that way, but Len always seemed really irritated at people like that. Although it was a good thing you sat behind him. Because there were always those times where you almost couldn't stifle a giggle or two. This was it. In homeroom, you hadn't been able to speak with him, because fangirls showered him with presents and hugs. He smiled and laughed to thank all of them, b

You sighed as you walked in to your homeroom. It was your first day of grade 10. It had alway been lonely since you left elementary school. You hadn't seen them since then. I guess those dreams were never going to work out.        You brushed your h.c. hair out of your eyes, making your e.c. eyes sparkle, as they caught the morning light. You adjusted your navy and crimson skirt before sitting down. You wore a dark red tie over your white shirt. You had the navy blazer done up, but you had cuffed the sleeves, so your forearms were exposed.       Then you saw them walk in. It couldn't be right. How could... No. That hair, those eyes, it had

“He likes that bitch?” Neru slowly asked. You frown at her, shooting her a disappointed look. “She’s not a bish, Neru.” “Uhm, yeah, she is.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “No-Oh fuck you.” Neru grumbled, crossing her arms. You grin at her, you were feeling a little bit better now. “And you’re not crying?” She says with a blank stare. You shake your head, “Why would I?” “You’ve always been a drama queen.” She answers rather bluntly. “Wow, gee, thanks.” You reply sarc

Huwat exactly am I doing. Oh well. Enjoy this piece of crap. Ah, and I’ll update “Not Jealous” soon.  soon. Nya.  .w. ------------------------------ Chapter 1: Getting noticed! “I can’t do this.” You groaned and banged your head on your desk. You looked up and stared at the mirror, glaring at your own reflection. “What’s so special about me anyway?” You question to no one, sighing deeply. You ran a hand through your hair and looked at the ceiling, frowning. “I give up.” ----------------------------- You enter the school and immediately, several students greeted you. ̶