Intersecting Lives

Chapter One

Author's Note:

Before you beginning reading this first chapter, I just want to thank you for giving this story a chance. I'm not much of a writer, but I was really inspired to write this. Part of my inspiration comes from the picture on the sidebar and I used it as the first part of my summary.

Anyways to sum this up, I hope you like the first chapter of my new story. Enjoy! (:

- Jenny

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What can I say?

We were total opposites. He was a bad boy and I was a good girl. And being two different people, we were never meant to be. Or were we?

All those stories that I've read really put a lot of expectations in my head about choosing the 'right' guy for me. They were raised to waiting for a prince charming or that knight in shining armor. But after a while, my head fell back down from the clouds and I became a bit more realistic about the chances of finding the perfect guy. And those chances were zip, nada, nothing.

To be honest, I wasn't someone you would actually describe as pretty. Maybe I was pretty. But that was surely hidden deep, deep inside hidden behind my glasses and nerdy complexion. And even with my high expectations and my low hopes on love, I managed to fall for the bad boy.

The bad boy named Ricky, to be exact.

And it all started with one simple wink.

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"Christine?"

Looking up from my class work, I stared right into those light brown eyes. Hypnotic, they were.

Call me weird, but I've always had an affinity for eyes. Staring into a vibrant pair of eyes always seemed to make my heart flutter and just by staring into those of the bad boy that sat in front of me... oh gosh.

"Do you have a pencil that I could borrow?"

Realizing that I had been staring at him for quite a while, I mentally kicked myself.

"Really Christine?" I scolded internally, "He probably thinks you're an awkward freak now!"

"Yeah. I think I do," I replied to Ricky as he smiled at me patiently.

As I bent down to rummage through my backpack for a pencil, I caught a quick wink from the bad boy himself. Or at least I think he did.

It probably wasn't a wink. It was probably just a blink. Or an eye spasm.

Because why in the world would the bad boy wink at me?

Ricky was a completely different person that me.

He was the bad boy that wore his hood on halfway as if he was too cool for the rest of us. He was the bad boy that was always shrouded in mysterious, keeping quiet as much as he could.

It was that type of mysterious that drew you in. The type of mysterious that made you want to more about the bad boy and his bad boyish ways.

And I was just the awkward nerd that sat behind him in class. Nothing more.

Immediately, my fingers latched around my pencil and I pulled it out, handing it to him.

"Thanks," Ricky smirked as he took the pencil from my outreached hand.

"You're welcome," I smiled, trying hard not to blush at such a small action.

It was those little things, like his smirks, that always made me blush. It wasn't like I had fallen for him or anything. It was just that the small insignificant actions he made towards me were always so cute and sappy as if he actually had feelings for me.

"You know he winked at you," a voice stated, interrupting my sentimental thoughts.

My thoughts jumbled around in confusion as I faced Andrew, who sat beside me.

Andrew was one of Ricky's friends, and mine if I might add. He was a troublemaker and the class clown, a perfect match for the bad boy, so it was only natural that they become friends.

And me on the other hand... well, I was just stuck in the middle of them.

"What?" I replied, unsure of what he said before.

"I was just wondering if you knew that Ricky winked at you."

Simultaneously, Andrew and I glanced over towards Ricky's direction.

"I know," I smiled innocently as Andrew shrugged his eyebrows playfully at me and turned away from me.

Well, that was weird, I thought to myself as I rested my cheek on my propped up hand.

More like too good to be true.

I let out a deep sigh as I tapped my pencil against the desk.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was just a wink, nothing more. Guys usually do flirtatious things like that to be cute... right?

Well, it certainly worked. (And he didn't have to try that hard either.)

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ricky turn around in his seat and began to face me. Being the lazy person that I was, I decided not to look up and pretended as if I was working on the class assignment (which I was supposed to be doing anyways). Plus, there was a good chance that he wasn't even turning around for me.

Ricky, noticing my silence, ignored me as well and looked around my desk, before taking my eraser and turning back around.

I relaxed my muscles after I realized that I had tensed up into a concentrated position ever since Ricky turned towards me.

What was wrong with me? He's the bad boy, that's all. And I'm the good girl.

Wait, but doesn't that mean that we were meant to be? No.

I mentally shook my head.

All those cliché stories of the notorious bad boy and the overly-nice good girl really put a false impression on my mind how two completely opposite people could somehow, someway, be together.

But in reality... I guess not.

Before I knew it, the bell had rung, dismissing everyone from class. As the other students began to rush out of the door, I had just begun to pack up my belongings into my backpack.

On the corner of my desk, I noticed that my pink eraser had been returned to its original spot, as if it had never left.

I, also, had begun to notice that there had been some strange embeddings on the back of my eraser.

It took me a while to decipher the scribbled note:

From: Ricky

To: Christine < 3

I couldn't stop the smile that began to grow on my face as I read Ricky's small message again and again.

Whether it was simply flirtation or not, I couldn't help myself from slipping a little further. A little further until I had fallen over the edge into, well, you know.

No matter how hard I tried to doubt myself, there was one little thing that was embedded in my mind like message on my eraser.

So maybe, just maybe, we were meant to be - the bad boy and the good girl.