Chapter 1

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(Michael' POV)

"Damn...this math homework is a killer." I sigh to myself as I continue to do my homework.

Oh I'm Michael Jackson. I am a senior at my school and I also play as the quarterback for our football team. My girlfriend Michelle is the head cheerleader for our team.

Yeah, I know we're shallow because we are only dating 'popular people', but you're wrong. We knew each other for a while before she asked if we could start dating. I personally don't really care for our relationship anymore, Michelle is just so damn clingy in public and in private she is more focused on her damn phone than me.

Stupid right? Yeah well we won't be together for long. I just wish she was caring, smart, had a natural beauty instead of depending heavily on makeup... I wish she wasn't so stuck up on herself. I wish she was more like-like Alicia Scott. The most perfect girl in the world.

Alicia is the definition of beauty, intelligence, athletics. She's amazing in everything she does. She blends into every crowd. She sings, she dances, she acts, and...she has a boyfriend, Drew. Th snobbiest smart-assed boy with absolutely nothing that can be compared to Alicia Scott.

But the sad thing is that I don't even think she notices me. I mean, for the last six years she hasn't even given me a hint of eye contact. I even went to the extent of 'accidentally' bumping into her in the halls once just to try and talk to her. I was expecting a scene like in the movies where we'd lock eyes and have an instant connection while we were picking each others books up hurriedly. But all I got was a "Oh, don't worry about it Michael. I gotta go anyways, see ya." from her when I reached for her soft, warm hands and I pulled her up off the ground and apologized. But that was a start for me.

For most girls though, they would have at least looked at me, but Alicia was different. Her eyes were fixed on her books. It was a surprise that she even knew that it was me that had bumped into her...

But what can I do?

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