Chapter 4

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The rest of the class I sat and just snuck peeks at him when I looked up from my notebook.

Suddenly I was feeling very nauseous. I'm used to it, it add from lack if food it'll pass. I told myself. But it felt different. Plus I couldn't tell if it was from Mason or my pretty regularly empty stomach but I felt woozy, like I could pass out at any moment.

Masons POV

She was just beautiful. I spotted her as I walked into my geometry class. She sat in the back corner all by herself writing in a beat up black notebook that looks very close to the one I have hidden in my locker.

When the teacher told me to choose a seat I knew I wanted to sit near her. I wanted to get to know her. I wonder if she likes AA? I could just imagine us being together someday. Walking from Starbucks hand in hand.

I almost sat next to her but I thought it would be better to sit in front. So I sat down and almost instantaneously a girl who looks like almost every other fake, popular, "everybody loves me" and "everybody wants to be me" girl in America, started "warning" me (I'm sure that's how she saw it) about the enchanting girl behind me. The only good thing out of our little encounter was that I learned her name was Ash, I'm assuming short for Ashley.

Then Ash herself spoke to me. I didn't want to take her warning, I didn't care if I was eternally tortured for being close to her. All I wanted was her.

Ash went back to her notebook and I turned back around in my seat. I didn't even try hard to focus, I let my mind wander.

*CRASH*

I turned around to face where Ash had just passed out. I leaned down to touch her face, ignoring the laughter and rude comments from the other students. She looked pale (she was already pretty pale though) and she looked, drained. I don't know how to describe it but it was a look I was very familiar with. She had passed out from not eating anything in a long time.

(A/N: sorry it's been taking me forever to update. Writers block! I want to thank Solone for some ideas that got me back to writing this story and Ill try to write as often as possible)

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