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Lessia's PoV

My hands glided easily over the piano keys as they did every time I got a moment to myself. I played and played until I caught a sudden movement coming from behind me through the reflection on the window. I could barely make out the mysterious figure but whoever it was, they'd been watching me for a while, I could tell.

I didn't know whether I wanted to know who it was or not.

I slowly started to turn my head, whilst flicking my hair over my shoulder, towards the door.

When my eyes finally landed on the door, the figure had disappeared. I could hear the heavy stomp of someone running away, indicating that they didn't want to see me either.

I grabbed my black converse backpack and stuffed my sheet music into it, casually throwing it over my shoulder. I walked to the door and started along the corridor, God this place is so bright.

At the end of the corridor, I saw him, the figure who had been watching me. He was tall, dressed in a black baggy metallica shirt and black skinny jeans, his hair was a deep bronde (yes I know, I said bronde😂) It sat perfectly and hung slightly over one of his eyes.
He was walking at a quick pace, taking several glances back to make sure that i hadn't noticed him. I giggled at the fact that he kept doing this, even though I was walking a little while behind him.

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Michaels PoV

Shït that's Lessia, shiïiiiiit. I hope she didn't see me as I desperately power-walk down the corridor, looking back over my shoulder to catch another glimpse of her. Fūck.

That girl is the definition of stunning. No wonder she's popular. Her bright blue eyes seem to have a slight sparkle when she speaks, her bleached hair anything but damaged.

She wore skin tight high waisted jeans and a little black halter neck cropped top, beautifully decorated with intricate Suns and moons. Her oversized denim jacket and black converse bag, slung over her shoulder along with her black and white converse high tops which were pretty cool. I've always been a converse guy, I literally have about ten pairs   (Sorry for all of that description, that's more or less just her outfit so you kind of know her style)

I turned the corner when something strange came over me. It felt as if a huge need. At the end of the corridor, I slowed down, letting her catch up with me.
"Erm.... You're really amazing, like really amazing" I stuttered when she came within hearing distance.

She stopped walking and looked at me in shock, not expecting me to comment on her talent.

"Amazing?" She questioned

I made a small piano playing gesture until she got it.

"So it was you? Thanks I guess.." she hummed with a gentle smile, her voice slightly trailing off at the end "I'm Lessia by the way, my friends call me Less"

"I know" I blurted out

She gave me a confused look. Why did I do that?

"Of course I know, you're like the most popular girl in the school, everyone knows you!" I exclaimed, lowering my voice to almost a whisper whilst simultaneously trying to avoid an awkward situation.

She chuckled and looked at the floor. Did she really not know how popular she was? She must do, as I said, everyone loves her.

"I'm Michael by the way, Michael Clifford" I said, replicating her gentle smile.

"Why hello there Michael Clifford, it's nice to meet you" she said before holding her hand out to shake.

I rubbed my sweaty Palm on my thigh. Why am I so nervous? Her skin surprisingly soft. My eyes trailed up from our hands to her eyes, they were even more beautiful up close. She batted her long eyelashes as our hands returned to our sides.

"I can tell we're going to be friends Michael Clifford" she winked before turning and walking away. She had such a confident grace about her, she could say things like that easily. I could never figure out how people did that. As she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder, giving me a small smile before pushing the door open and walking out.

I stood, frozen, trying to figure out what just happened. Was that real? Did that really just happen? Did I really just speak to Lessia Drago? Thoughts raced through my mind, I was still in awe of her, still shocked that i actually spoke to her!

Luke and Cal are going to be soooo jealous!

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A/N
So yeah it's Michael Clifford and Lessia Drago (Ik she has a weird name but it's Italian & + I think it's a really pretty name)
Okay hey
Idk how short this is, i wrote it on my phone. Also, it's probably really shït, don't judge okay, I'm new to this whole writing thing.
Atm no one's even viewed this but hopefully that'll change soon😊 I really want to make friends w people who read my fanfic (s) so either leave a comment or message me or something (pllllssss im bored aF lol)

Anyway I should be adding a new chapter every few days or so until I run out of ideas or I get writers block or something.

At the start, I was going to try make sure this didn't become the cliche fanfic sort of thing but I'm two chapters in and I can already tell that it's going to be soppy and cliche lol.

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