Love isnt real

Who are you

I quickly turned around, not wanting to get lost in his crystal blue eyes. I felt his foot pull my desk closer to his. I feel trapped and there was no way of getting out. I herd the sounds of crumpled paper behind me next thing I know there I felt a paper ball hit my head. I finally look back and meet his gaze.

" What?" I ask " Do I need some type of reason to want to see a face as pretty as yours?" A smile plastered on his face. I couldn't help but blush at his comment, it's not every day someone tells me something like that.

" Your so cute." He states

" What? I'm only cute ,nothing else?" I whisper hoping to get something's out of this.

" No there is something different about you, I'm trying to figure out if its good or bad." This took me by surprise .

" Don't be surprised if its bad." I state with truth in what I say.

" Why is that?" He asked tilting his head a little. With that I whipped my head around not wanting to be apart of the conversation anymore.

The next couple of hours could not have gone by any more slow. With the constant kicking of my chair and the crumpled up balls of paper hitting my head every couple of seconds. To my luck I survived without another word said to the mystery boy. When the bell finally rang I practically ran out of the classroom.

I finally found my car and jumped into the driver seat resting my head on the seat. We are suppose to our next class after detentions, but after today events I just want to go home.

I can't get that boy out of my head, he is all I can think about. How he kept trying to bug me to talk to him, how he said I was different. What's that even suppose to mean?

I'm different

The hell I better be different, I'm not one of those girls that you can hump and dump. If he thinks that he can play me he is sadly mistaken. I won't be a slut or ever give into someone like him.

I woke up the next day to my alarm clock playing " what makes you beautiful" by One direction. One Direction always manages to bring a smile to my face. Since Harry Styles can't be my boyfriend, it's kind of a downer. I finally got out of bed and got ready for yet another day at school. For some reasons I want to look nice so from my giant collection of clothes I finally picked out some grey Toms, dark skinny jeans, and a light blue crop top, hair perfectly curled, and make up perfectly done.

Soon enough, I arrived at a prison called school, I walked out of my crappy car. As I walked out I saw a group of people all clumped together, cheering for something. I walked closer to see what was going on. My heart stopped when I saw what was happening. A boy with crystal blue one of his eyes was a swollen. His skin with some blood spots. It looked like the boy was in a fight and he was clearly not winning.

Walking closer to see who the boy was, all it took was a couple more steps to realize who it was.

The boy from detention

The boy who thought I was different

AUTHORS NOTES: THANKS SO MUCH FOR READIN!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!!!:)