Opposites Attract

I walk down the long hall way, bombarded by my school "mates".As i saunter my way to my art class, some random with curly hair bumps into me from behind.

My name is Avery.

I'm not good at any of my studies but art,music and history and that's all, and yet I look like a nerd. Some people say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover.

I'm living proof of that metaphor.

I have long wavy hair that on its bad days, looks dead and useless. A small face with a square jaw with wide emerald eyes. I have full lips that is pigmented with a cute pink and to top all that off, I have milky white skin, that had a slight tan,giving the delusion of beige. I was quite small for a sixteen year old I have a petite figure but still fit in curves .. and long legs, at least for my size. I guess Im alright looking.... but i still wear huge square glasses .

Some people think they are "in" how can having massive Buddy Holly glasses be in?

But its not the hair or the fit body people judge me by. Its my choice of "fashion"

To be honest I dont give a sponge bobs-bum about fashion,which is why I wear things I find scavenging at the thrift shop.

and no not the cool things Maclemore and RyanLewis rap about. I wear old lady clothes and flannels previously worn by old men who sit at a diner all day eating chicken they cant even chew.

Currently, I'm wearing a flowy tangerine skirt matched with a dark green tank top that had little aliens on the front .

I arrive at the art room .I step through the doors of the paint splashed classroom, with paints, clay, canvases and paint brushes sitting on the window sill. The strong scent of paints and oils fill my senses, making me feel at home. The room is the most culture filled place in the whole school of Omeo June high school. All the other classes were drab and boring.

I take a seat alone in the back of the room. Surprisingly,all the other students are huddled in the middle of the three isles of tables and seats. Their all clustered around a seat... or well, whoever is sitting in the seat.

I lean my head on my fist and open up my little design journal, it's pretty basic in all honesty, black, paint clad and has messy little drawings piled inside. I stroke my lead pencil in little flicks to form the la dispute flower.

Miss Maguire, our art teacher enters the class room with all her elegance. Miss Maguire is a free living spirit with ambitions of traveling the world... no one knows why she spends her young life holed up here .Her hair is brown with little flecks of red splayed throughout. She's in her twenty's and has a gorgeous fashion sense. She pulls off the hippie look fabulously.

The cluster of people scramble away as Miss Maguire starts to speak about Claude Monet and the beauty of his piece "Woman with a parasol" and the beauty of faint swipes.

But I focus in on the seat that every one was clustering around.

In it sat a God. I mean. In it sat a boy. Or shall I say, a boy who looked a lot like God.

He's .... good looking

He has silky looking brown hair which suited well with his hazel eyes and perfect nose. I imagine running my fingers through his disheveled hair as I-

This is weird. I've never really thought about boys before. Hell I've never even hugged a guy. Even if I do try and you know.... Catch a boys attention, I'd probably trip over my shoelaces and freak him out.

This really isn't like me, because unlike these other girls at my school who have major major crushes on these "One Direction" boys, I have absolutely no crushes ,heart throbs, and hell, I don't even know who this Taylor Lautner is.

But this man... boy was completely different to Hollywood heart throbs, he had a strong tensed jaw and a guarded

expression that leans more toward "If you try and talk to me I will burn holes into your forehead with my eyes" than "That's what makes you beautiful"

He a leather jacket and black jeans.

As I was staring at his umm.... leather jacket .I don't realise he was death glaring right back at me .

ohmygoodness

Heart pounding, I zoomed my attention back to Miss Maguire.

"Claude based most of his exquisite painting on his even more exquisite garden, as you can see here..."

A loud clanging bell interrupts Miss Maguires lecture.

"Well I guess we'll have to discuss this tomorrow." she said with a toothy grin clasping her hands together and sighing dazedly

I gathered my books and hurry out the door..

I round the corner to my locker, gathering my books together, getting ready to place them neatly on the top shel of my locker,until someone slams me hard against the line of red lockers.

I automatically close my eyes as hot breath hits my cheeks.

"Hi Im Chase." A smooth rugged voice whispers in my ears, I hear him over my pounding heart.

I open my eyes to see the same hazel eyes that were seated in the art room.

A mischievous grin spread across his sun kissed skin.

He cocked his head and grinned at me.

"Well? Whats your name?" He said with humour laced in with aggressiveness in his voice.

"Um...hi, my name is...is... its...umm-

"Well aren't you a stutter?"