I'm invisible. I'm not extraordinary. I'm not like the other girls in school, who wear expensive clothes and 17 pounds worth of makeup. Instead of spending my days at the mall buying new clothes, I prefer to read books and write fanfiction on the internet.
I sulk through high school everyday. I sit at the back of the class and eat lunch in the 3rd floor girls bathroom, if I'm not busy getting beat up by the school bully, Gally. Today, he asked me to meet him behind the dumpsters.
As I walk into art class I can't stop worrying about lunch, but I am finally distracted by my true passion, art. I have already put my earbuds in and am starting my sketch before I notice him staring at me. I give him a shy smile before I begin the smooth lines and curves of my drawing.
His name is Newt, he's also in my AP calculus class. You can't help but notice him, he's gorgeous. He walks around the halls confidently but not so confidently that he seems cocky. He has honey-blond hair and deep, brown eyes. The cutest thing about him is his British accent. The girls all stare at him, yet he doesn't acknowledge them, but sometimes when he sees me in the halls he smiles at me or says hey.
"Hello, y/n," he says. "What are you listening to?"
"Um, it's called sick of losing soulmates," I answer.
"By Dodie Clark?"
"Yeah, actually."
"Excellent taste, love," He replies.
A few minutes later the bell rings, it's lunch time.
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High School with Newt
FanfictionY/n (your name) gets beat up by the school bully, Gally, everyday at lunch. A boy in her art class named Newt finds out and tries to help her. (completed)
