I sat in Maths, my novel hidden behind my maths book, and I sighed as the teacher sat at the front, eating French fries out of a bag and watching YouTube videos on his computer. I turned the page of my book, reading about how much the main character was in love with a boy she had only just met, and I chuckled to myself at her stupidity. You don't fall in love at first sight, and you don't get interested in someone when you first see them. Boys will be boys, and you have to do a lot to get them to notice you. Unless you're a cheerleader, or blonde with big boobs they don't even know you exist, and even if they do they do nothing but taunt and tease you; I'm talking from personal experience. They were sat at the back of the class, girls sat there giggling and twisting their hair between their fingers, and throwing paper across the room. I could hear them boasting about how they were going to smash their next match and it was going to be a walk in the part, and I sighed, returning to my book.

I couldn't shake the feeling of being stared at, and I could feel a pair of eyes burning into my back. I sighed, shaking the feeling off and continuing to read. a piece of paper hit the back of my head, and I hunched my shoulder up before pushing the paper off my table and continuing with my book. I preferred to be invisible, not to be disturbed by anyone. I didn't want a high school life of drama, I just wanted to glide through it and come out the other side with my grades and the ability to move on with my life. I wasn't going to get hurt and spend my high school years crying because of some boy. Nope that wasn't going to be me, I was going to be the kid that got where she wanted to, and left high school without getting hurt with events that could hurt me again in the future. Well at least that's what I wanted....


ANDYS POV

I stared at the girl who sat at the front of the class, concealing her book behind her exercise book, her eyes glued to the page. She was so quiet, and never reacted with anything. She was on her own, but it never really bothered her, she seemed to like being alone. I had noticed her a few times actually, but I'd never really spoken to her, or seen her at any parties before. I didn't want to ask about her, because Jeremy and the others seemed to do nothing but taunt her and say random shit to her for no reason. But she just batted it away like it was no big deal. I know girls that would cry if you didn't compliment them, and yet she just sat there care free, her nose deep into her book.

I blinked as I heard one of the girls beside me bang on about how 'great I was at hockey' and how I'd 'have to teach her sometime.' I knew exactly what she wanted, and it was no where near learning how to play hockey. I sighed and smiled as Jeremy threw more paper across the class. "Here, let me try." I said, completely ignoring the blonde whore beside me who's boobs were practically in my face. I scrunched up the paper really tight and threw it as hard as I could. My eyes grew wide as it hit the girl on the head, and I tensed up, waiting for a reaction. She looked at the paper, and then just pushed it off the end of the table, returning to her book without a care in the world. I wished I could go and talk to her, see what was actually going on in her mind. I know that if I'd gotten hit with paper I'd of threw it back, or yelled at them in anger. She was just so...different, and I could never understand her. Why had I never seen her before? Why was she suddenly jumping out at me whenever I saw her, so much so I couldn't take my eyes off her.

The bell suddenly went, pulling me out of my senses, and she picked up her books, immediately walking out of class. I walked out with the guys, laughing and talking as we were followed by a gang of girls in short skirts and tanned skin, all acting dumb and twisting their hair. My eyes landed on her once again, and she was stood at her locker, thumbing with her books. there was a loud crash and her novel fell to the floor as we were walking past. She sighed, and I gently bent down to pick them up. she looked at me, frowning slightly as I passed her the novel, looking at the cover. It read: Love story. "Good book?" I asked and she nodded, gingerly taking the book from me. "I suppose, it's something to read anyway. the only thing I could find that I hadn't read." she said, and I smiled at her. "Oh I never asked, what's your name?" I asked and she stared at me, raising an eyebrow. "What game are you playing? Did Jeremy send you because if he has-"
"No he didn't. I just thought you needed help." I said, and she stared at me, her eyes scanning me.

"Porcelain."
"What?"
"My name. It's Porcelain."
"Porcelain what?"
"Pink." she said, and I smiled at her. "Awesome name, I'm Andy. it's pretty boring but still."
"I know your name, most the school does. Now excuse me I need to go to lesson."
"I'll walk you-"
"No I'm okay thank you. I can walk myself." she said, and she walked past me, clutchcing her book to her chest. Wow...What a woman...

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