You don't even want me

1.

[Camille]

The first time I saw him, I just knew I would fall for him. The way his beautiful features moved when he talked, smiled or frowned, was just perfect in any way, and he was so incredibly nice.

Usually, you'd say someone was nice when you didn't have anything else to say about them, but when you asked someone what he was like, they would always say he was really nice and socially skilled. He always managed to make you feel comfortable and laugh in no time, even if he only knew your name and nothing else.

His chestnut brown eyes held a focused look while he was listening to what the teacher was saying. The bridge of his nose went up in a little, smooth arc and his pink lips were slightly parted, the upper one sticking out a bit. His dark blonde hair was a little messy, and it waved beautifully, almost being too perfectly; like someone had put every lock in place.

He was sitting on the other side of the classroom, far away from me. I wondered if he knew my name. If he'd even noticed I was in his class this year, that was. I'd always thought of myself as the quiet, shy girl in the back of the class that no one ever noticed.

My gaze shifted to Jasmine, my friend, who was looking at him as well. She'd put her head on her hand as her ellbow stood on the table for support, looking at him sitting in the seat in front of her.

Her hair was much blonder than mine and it had a little wave here and there, and it matched her blue eyes and the little freckles on her nose beautifully. She had long hair that just always seemed to look good and I could only dream of. She had a beautiful face and a beautiful body, so it was normal that boys gave her attention. And from time to time, she enjoyed it, but somehow managed not to be arrogant.

She was social, not scared to talk to people so she knew almost everyone in school, by name if not personal. I, on the other hand, had most of the time no idea who she was talking about.

I got snapped out of my thoughts by the teacher calling my name, and my heart skipped a few beats: there was no way I was being called out for dreaming on the first day of school.

I raised my eyebrows and straightened my position to be able to look at the teacher in front of the class. "Yeah?" I muttered a bit hesitantly.

Her eyes scanned the room quickly, searching for me, making me wonder if I was being called out at all. When her eyes met mine, she just nodded and then looked down at the paper she was holding, rapidly writing something down like a cross or a checkmark.

I sighed relieved when I realised she was just checking if everyone was present. Some students turned their heads to look at me and so did he; my heart skipped a beat when his beautiful eyes met mine, even if it only was for the fraction of a second.

"James Black?" the teacher said with raised eyebrows, looking up after she'd read the name. He nodded and raised his arm, signaling that he was there. The teacher found him and wrote the same quick thing down before continuing her list.

James Black. Everybody knew who he was. He was popular, he had a lot of friends and I'd seen him a thousand times talking to girls on the playground.

But from the things I'd heard about him, he wasn't the average popular, handsome boy who was rude and thought he ruled the world. He was different. The kind that didn't know he was attractive, or didn't realise he was popular and that's what made people like him. He was modest, funny and just the guy everyone would want as a friend. Everyone liked him.

He was wearing a creamy white hoodie today, and blue, loose jeans. The light colour of the hoodie looked nice on him, and the pants made his long, skinny legs stand out.