What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...

What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...[1]

Chapter 1

I don't understand why people have to shove their abnormally large noses into other peoples' business. I have no desire whatsoever to know what suzy is doing with her new hubbz after school.

Frankly, the idea disgusts me. I keep my head down, stay out of trouble, and pass school without getting an exceptional grade point average, that way any suspicious eyes stay off me... I don't like to be thought of as genius, although... my mother did spend a whopping $2,000 on testing me when I was five years old, after I had already won the high school science fair, designed my own blue prints for the best playground ever and won nearly all the school spelling bees.

So yeah, truth is, I'm something of a genius. But, if I don't tell anyone, then no one has any reason to be friends with me for the wrong reasons.

Take Ally in the sixth grade for example: She seemed nice enough... that is, until I took her to my house and showed her some of my best works... I'm usually a kid of privacy. I don't just show anyone these things, you must be pretty close to me to know my secrets.

Ally, I had assumed, was my best friend. Yes, was, because after that playdate, she never could just hang out with me. We always had to be making something, testing me, and always making sure that Ally had part of the glory. It just turned out badly, let's leave it at that.

Ever since then, it has been my goal in life to remain unseen, and undiscovered by any prying eyes that may be interested in me for their own personal gain. I'm not what you would consider ugly, and I don't like to think of myself as gorgeous, but rather average.

Well, that is my opinion anyway. I've never had a boyfriend, and only once kissed a guy. Yup, I'm one of the most lame 17 year old you will probably ever meet. But then again, thats why I am not among the popular crowd. Although I could be in a second... those self-absorbed brats... it's not too hard to be a barbie-doll- wana- be, bitch. 

So here I am, sitting with my best friend Damien, listening to him gush about the new hotty in his class, Ryan, while eating a Burritto. Oh, I almost forgot to mention, Damien has a raging case of the "gay" and he also knows everything about me.

We've been friends ever since the second grade. This guy I really liked, Josh, asked if I wanted to meet him during lunch. Thinking it was going to be a romantic lunch date or something of the sort, I stupidly agreed, only to later find out that he wanted me to help him with his science project. Of course, I accepted his dumb request, worked my butt of to get this kid an amazing grade, and he turned around to take all the credit for my hard work, surprise surprise... When I ran to the other side of the park one day crying, and Damien was there, to comfort me and offer me his nasty peanut butter and tuna sandwich, we became friends immediately and have been ever since..

The memory still makes me smile, and I love that guy with all my heart, as a friend of course. All was normal in the world that is until I heard Damien squeal:

"Oh, look Nia, there he is! The hand crafted man- by God Himself, Ryan..." He sighed in delight. I looked towards at my right arm, where Damien had latched his hand around it, and my gaze wandered over to where, I'm assuming Ryan, was with two other guys on either side of him.

Ryan was beautiful. No other word to describe him. His skin seemed to eminate a healthy golden glow, making him seem almost god-like. The rest of him I couldn't focus on, my eyes rested on, in my opinion, the most beautiful of the three.

He was tall, with a tan yet creamy complexion. The expansion of his high forhead was disrupted by a curl of brown hair falling into his eye, and the remnants of a breath taking smile still etched into his full and rosy lips. I yearned to reach for his hand, feel his skin on mine, push the curl from his eyes, and stare into the crystal like grey color of them that would most likely be visiting my dreams tonight. It was difficult not to be instantly drawn to him.

Someting about the way he walked, and held his head seemed to scream, 'Proud, but not arrogant'.

I wish I had a name for this stranger that seemed oddly familiar to me. If that made any sense at all, which I doubted. To my utter humiliation, he glanced at me, narrowing his eyes, but a smile played on his lips.

Damien hit my shoulder, snapping me back to reality, making me realize that my mouth was wide open, my burrito unattractively slipping from my lips.

"Crap" I mumbled.

 "Nia likes the new guy, Nia likes the new guy" Damien chanted.

"Oh shut up" I plead. "Is it so wrong of me that I really want to.... touch him?"

 Damien choked on his sandwich, staring at me with incredulity.

"Oh, gross, not like that. I mean, in a totally neutral way, like touch his hand. I almost have an urge to make sure hes really there." I said, more to myself than to him. I blinked my head clear, and looked over at Damien who wore a confused expression.

"I told you Ryan was gorgeous." He cooed.

"Not Ryan, his friend." I said, nodding to where I had last seen them.

 "Oh, the other one, is Sam. I didn't think he was that good looking, but to each their own I guess."

"What, no, the other -" As I looked up to point out the one I was talking about, I suddenly noticed he wasn't there. There was no sign of him anywhere. What the hell is going on?! Oh Damn, this is going to be confusing....

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FIRST CHAP! I know its not glamorous yet, but keep reading, I have some awesome ideas for chapters a little later on and a crazy twist no one will expect... 

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