As i was watching the happy kids play on the oval laughing at the most stupidest things, i couldn't help but feel a evil set of eyes on me. Looking over i met eyes with the one and only, Hunter Collie. The one person i hated and always would. Hunter was the biggest player of the century, he would lead girls on to then break their hearts when their happiest. All i knew is i would never fall for Hunter Collie. Bringing me back to my surroundings i looked back to him seeing he had the most devilish smirk on his face. Hot, i thought. I then took in all his features, how his brown hair fell on his face. His freckles that spread all over his face. His brown big eyes. His plump lips. His perfect structured face. His appearance was perfect just not his personality. If only he would change; however, don't foul yourself, boys never change. Pulling me out of my thoughts once again, the teacher exclaimed it was now art. My favourite. Every period we had art me, 2 other girls and a couple of boys would go into the art/middle room. It was private so we could all gossip and talk.
I of course sat myself in my usual seat, this time Hunter sitting next to me. Weird? i thought. He usually sits across from me so we could flirt from across the table. Then i watched as boys were piling in next to me, trying to sit next to me. Lots of boys had a crush on me, i never understood why though. I wasn't your typical pretty girl. I was tall, brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. Although those seem nice features, i have acne, a boy this year once called me a pimply fat pig. I always remind myself that, hoping for change. I think boys liked the thought of me, i was kind and sporty, i also knew everyone in our grade. I guess you could say i am popular but not that type of popular, like those too cool for school girls who everyone wants to be.
For art out teacher is making us try a new project where we have to make a tiny house made up of recycled materials, it wasn't that bad but could be better. Yet again i was pulled out of my thoughts by a wet substance hit my face. I looked over to see Hunter with his devilish smirk plastered on his face. Ahhh shit. I then continued to look to see he had painted my face. I then see him continue to paint my arms and some of my leg. I then grab a paint brush dipping it into the paint, smudging it on Hunters face. We kept painting each other, all you could hear from us was our laughs and giggles. The tension rose until we were interrupted by the clearing of a throat near by us. Jasmine. I knew she had the biggest crush on Hunter ever since she became jealous of me and him.
Author- First chapter!! I know this is bad but i'll try and update daily.
