Blaise.

Chapter 1- Ryan

She's sleeping.

Her head is placed on top of her folded arms, which are on top of the school desk in our math class.

Anyone would've thought she looked so serene and unbothered like a normal person does when they sleep, but no she, instead, has the ever so frequent, if not smirking, frown etched onto her face. I clench my hands into fists wondering what could possibly upset and bother her so much that even in her sleep she was still, seemingly, unhappy.

She breathed evenly signifying that she was, indeed, asleep. And, indeed, about to get yelled at by Mr. Frost, our math teacher. How could someone manage to look so amazing whilst doing something so simple?

Mr. Frost, ever so casually, strolls over to the desk at the back of the classroom where she sat, and taps her shoulder with a ruler and then retracted it quickly as if she had a contagious disease and he was at risk of catching it. I clench my hands into fists, annoyed that anyone, let alone a teacher, would do something like that. Sure, she could be a little rude sometimes but that doesn't mean she should be treated like that.

She squirms in her seat for a brief moment and then settles herself more comfortably in  the small space, still deep in slumber. Mr. Frost repeats the same action as before growing impatient.

My knuckles were turning white.

She stirs but, once again, doesn't wake up. He ditches the whole ruler thing and taps her shoulder with one finger, and practically at the speed of light—okay, not really the speed of light but you know—retracts his hand and wipes it on his pants as if she was trash.

Filth.

I clench my hands into fists even harder and bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. I want so badly to go up there, kick the shit out of Mr. Fuc- I mean, Frost, and then hold her and tell her that it's okay. That eventually everything will work out and will be okay. I want to make the blank emotionless eyes and not so foreign smirk disappear off her face and make the light and brightness that surely was once in her eyes, and a genuine happy smile appear.

I want to do that so badly.

But instead, I remain here, seated watching her from a distance.

Because she doesn't even know me. She doesn't know that I'm in all except one of her classes. She doesn't know that my name is Ryan Carter. She doesn't know that I'm a loner who sits at the front of the class. She doesn't know that I think she's absolutely stunning, even with a frown on her face.

She doesn't know.

Oh god I sound so lame.

She slowly wakes up, her eyes fluttering open and once the were fully open, locked on mine. She's looking at me. She's looking at me. I instantly feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. My heart's going into overdrive. It's beating so fast that In pretty sure it'll explode any second now. But I can't help it. She's looking at me.

I swear I could get lost in her eyes and not even want to get found. I wouldn't even try to escape or find my way out. They're blue. So blue. They're just like any normal pair of blue eyes but, I don't know, there's something different about hers.

She notices me staring and throws me a wink and flashes me her trademark smirk before turning to the teacher waiting for her punishment. My cheeks flushed and I'm glad no one notices, they're too busy watching Mr. Frost and Blaise.

Yeah, Blaise.

Some people think—okay well most people think—that it's a bad name. But I quite like it, I think it's unique and it matches her fiery personality perfectly.