bottled up.

Introducing me.//Chapter one.

Wahhh my first story! I hope you will like it! *bows* Here we go... :D

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 There she goes, another day of silence. With her binder held tightly to her chest, she kept her eyes glued straight in front of her as she pittered into the classroom.

Not once did she turn to look at her fellow peers or even her teacher.

When the bell rang, she took a seat and began to do her work; only to pick up a book and read when she was finished with her assignment

Not once did she say a single word to anyone.

When class was over, she did as she was instructed and walked out of the class, moving on to the next. You can't remember the last time she spoke to anyone. Heck, you can't remember the last time she smiled! All you knew about her was that she was truly smart. That girl was always getting the highest percent in every class you had with her...

You do know which girl I am talking about, correct? The girl that sits in the front, but is invisible. The one that rushes out when class is dismissed, the one that prefers to work on her projects alone - You may have referred to her as 'nerd' sometime in your life...

That girl is me. I am that girl.

I go by every day without being noticed. But that doesn't mean I don't notice. I sit and watch girls twirl their hair around their fingers and giggle as they cross their over-exposed legs. I watch the boys flirt with them, often sharing their attention with more than one girl. The boys use the same lines on the girls, and the girls fall for it. Every time. Do I speak up? No. They wouldn't even believe me if I showed them clips of their boyfriends hitting on their best friends; because at this dreadful age of sixteen, every boy they fall in love with is 'the one' - until otherwise proven. I sit and watch people fall apart, relationships bloom, teachers rage, students cry, and I've even seen our janitors go behind the dumpster and start smoking weed. It's amazing how much you learn if you just watch. If you just observe. You don't need to get involved in anything, yet you know everything. It's almost like watching a really dumb reality show. The weirdest thing? People don't even know you watch them. They don't even know your name...

They don't even know my name.

"Chesa Flores...?"

It's pronounced Chess-ah. Not Cheese-ah...

The plump substitute attempted to pronounce my name, giving an extra Latino zing to the r; I was Filipino. Not Mexican. But I'd let her have her moment...

"Present." I replied, my voice soft.

It was the first class period of the day, the first class period of the year. Subject - Social Studies; one of my favorites. Something about the fact that we had a substitute on the first day told me we weren't going to do any learning, much to my dismay. With a sigh, I reached for my book of the week and began to open the page. The book I was reading happened to be a book I'd read when I was in about third grade. It was called,"The Tale of Desperaux". I just loved how brave Desperaux was. I heard the sub say that we were free to do whatever, so I started reading. My eyes got lost in the words and I started swimming into a ocean of knowledge; and I emerged myself deep into the pages.

What pulled me out of the 'water' was some gossip.

"Have you heard? Harrison Mayes is back in school!" The girl next to me gasped loudly, adding an over dramatic arm flail to it. "Are you serious?! We dated in fifth grade!"

Their words were like life boats, pulling me from the sea of my book.

Sneakily, I slithered the bookmark into my page and closed my book softly, pretending to lay my head down on the desk. I was doing more than that, though. I was listening to them talk. About him. About Harrison.

"He looks so hot now! He has like tattoos and a nose piercing!"

Their giggling faded as I drifted off into thought. The Harrison that I used to know now has tattoos and piercings?! I thought his rebelling was a short faze, but it was turning out to be much longer than I remembered... You see, Harrison Mayes was a boy I gave piano lessons to, or at least tried to, in sixth grade. He lived next door, and he loved my older sister. So much. He was much more of a guitar guy, but he begged his parents to let me tutor him so he could come to my house to see my sister. And I was up for some easy money, so it didn't sound like a terrible idea. That was, until I met him. He was rude, obnoxious, un-willing to learn, and worse of all.... He was a pervert. I had to see him every Thursday. Soon, I began to regret that day more and more... If he wasn't raiding my fridge and telling me how badly he DIDN'T want to learn piano, he was upstairs attempting to get some action with my sister. She was a year older than me and him, but she didn't care. They hooked up, he had to move to Florida, heart break, blah and blah blah... You know the drill? I had hoped I'd never have to see this brat ever again.. But he transferred to my school, apparently. I shook my head, sighing. I won't talk to him, so he won't notice me. He wouldn't remember me, I bet. That makes me happy. I wish I didn't remember him...

"Sorry I'm late, teach."

The whole class turned their heads towards the door at the disruption. And let me tell you, they didn't turn their heads away. Most of the girls kept their eyes glued to what they saw in the door way; A shaggy black haired boy with big shoulders and pale skin - Harrison.

Hoped you liked the first chapter!! Thanks for reading. <3