she's the one. → j.b fanfic

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"Abby your hair is fine." my mom tried her best to convince me.

It didn't work. Then again, it never does.

I'm now focusing on her reflection through the mirror instead of mine and scoff, "Yeah right." She probably was only saying that so I can leave the bathroom and be forced to go the that hell hole best known as school. However, I was determined to do something with my limp hair. I hate how it just hangs over my face the way it does. I always had the idea that a ponytail would bring more attention to my face so I always aimed to keep it down. Only today it wasn't behaving the way it normally does. It was just...there.

"I'm serious, you look pretty." She tried again. Only my pale skin and light green eyes told me otherwise.

So I turn around and now we were standing before each other. I sigh and say, "Mom, let's not keep saying things that aren't true." Then I walk past her and head to my room to grab my backpack. "C'mon let's go."

The car ride to school was extremely quiet, as it is every morning. I mean, what exactly was there to talk about? I know mom was having thoughts in advance about the clients that she was going to have to face today. As for me, I haven't even gotten inside yet and all I wanted was the day to be over so I could go home and sleep. Or anything else as a matter of fact. As long as I didn't have to be here.

"Bye sweetie." Mom leans over to kiss my cheek but I move back and widen my eyes.

"What do you think you're doing?" I tell her at least once a week to never kiss me in front of school. One, I don't need to give people a reason to pick on me. Two, I'm seventeen and kisses from moms should stop at the age of ten. It's sick and embarrassing. I frown at her and exit the car ready to take on the day.

Here goes nothing.

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My morning classes went by exceptionally fast. I got in and out of them without hearing someone snicker something about me. Or eye me here and there. I don't know if the people in my school think I'm an idiot or something but, if they do then they're dumb. I know that they label me as the "awkward" one that everyone should stay away from. It's been like that ever since freshman year when I moved over from Kentucky. At first it bothered me but now I just kind of gotten use to it. No one seemed to get past my overall dull look and get to know me so I gave up trying. This year will be my last year anyway so I'm not stressing. I'll never have to see them again if I don't want to.

I walk through the halls to get to my computer class, quickening my pace because the bell will ring in under a minute.

I hate how the entrance to the class is in the front and how I sit at the last table in the back. People were going to stare at me and it was only going to make me feel a lot more uncomfortable. That's how it is everyday.

I slide in my seat and sink low, running my hands through my hair. As I wait for Mr. Berns' instructions, I chew on my bottom lip and enter the school's login information in the computer to unlock it.

Mr. Berns was leaning against his desk waiting for late comers. Or should I say a late comer which so happened to be the guy that sat right beside me. The guy that was precisely the complete opposite of me. The one that everyone loved.

He slides into the classroom just before the bell rang and falls to the floor due to his outstanding skating skills. (Hint the sarcasm)

"Shit." He murmurs. Then the whole class bursted into fits of laughter. He always seemed to amuse just about everyone. In fact, I had to bite down on my lip harder to keep from smiling.