Chapter 3

           So there I was, sketching in my notebook, like I always do in first period, when the teacher calls on me. Ohhhhh shit! I don't even know the fuck that's going on here. Everyone was staring at me and I felt my face getting really hot, but then I look on the board and I saw the question, it was a review from our homework, so I answered it and I got it right. The teacher is always picking on me because I never pay attention in class, yet I still manage to get straight A pluses on all her tests. Also, I look like I live in Hot Topic, so she's probably just being judgmental. Everyone's attention went back to the board except one person. Darren, the most amazing boy that I have ever met. He has blazing blue eyes, straight dark hair, and the most perfect smile ever. He's funny and immature, but smart and serious at times. He sits in front of me and I can smell his cologne from here, it's amazing. He's the reason why I wake up every morning, excited, to go to school. He smiled and said, "Nice save." and then turned back around. He gives me butterflies in my stomach, just by looking at me. I haven't even really actually talked to him before, but, you know. I just don't know what to say to him, I'm a very shy person. RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNGGG! The bell for first period rang and I was getting my stuff into my backpack, I didn't fully zip it up, because my class was on the other side of the school, and I would be late. I got up and started to walk out of the room when something tripped me, and made me fall on my face and make everything in my backpack spill out. I looked up and saw Marissa and her group laughing at me. That bitch tripped me on purpose! I start to put everything in my backpack when Darren bends down and starts to help me. He picked up my sketchbook that was laying open on the ground and started looking through the drawings. "Wow, you're a really good drawer." he said. I was so nervous, but I managed to choke out a thanks before it got awkward. He stopped at a picture of a good looking guy. "I like this one the best" he said. I wonder if he noticed that the drawing was based off of him. He put the notebook in my backpack and helped me up. Then he smiled at me and said goodbye, and I couldn't help but blush so much. On my way out, Marissa pulled me over and said, "I hope you know that he doesn't like you, he just feels sorry for you."

            "I don't give a fuck!" I snapped and I walked away.