Bad Boy Meets Good Girl

Unnnoticed

I lean my back on the bench and watch her. She's walking, wearing those thick eye glasses, with her hair up in a messy bun and lots of books in her arms. You can notice the old, worn out black converse she's wearing every single damn day.

I continued to watch her like a hawk watching his prey. But I'm not a hawk, and she's definitely not my prey. She's not my type. She's simple, smart, kind and naive. She's too good for me.

We're completely opposite.

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I walk down the hallway and can't help but notice him. He's sitting on the bench, wearing his famous handsome smirk, with his sexy yet messy brown hair and lots of beautiful cheerleaders in his side. Everyone can notice the black cozy leather jacket he's wearing every day.

I can't help but continue to side glance at him like a whipped fan girl. But I'm not a fan girl of his, yet I completely fell for him. He's not my prince charming. He's a gang leader, a sexy heartbreaker, rich kid, and a dangerously handsome playboy. He's bad for me.

We're completely opposite.

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I look at her. She always sits at the front row next to the window. She's always alone and quiet. I wonder if she has any friends around school. I stare at her heart shaped face. She had the brightest green eyes I've ever seen surrounded with long eye lashes yet she hides it with those thick eyeglasses. She always put her brown hair in a bun, I never seen her put it down like most of the girl in school.

She talks minimally with those pink thin lips. She's the top 1 in our batch, she's intelligent, obviously. She's pale and thin, but she had curves and tall. There's something about her that always made me stare at her. Like a magnet and I can't take my eyes off her. She's not a bimbo or a slut. She's not even a cheerleader. She's not blonde nor a redhead. She's simple, and very innocent. She's inexperienced, a nerd, a wall flower. She's clearly not my kind of girl.

But I want her to be safe. I want to talk to her. I want to see her smile and hear her laugh. But it will be a miracle if that will happen. She barely laugh, I don't even see her smile. I just know she had braces.

I felt a slight punch in my arm and then I get back to reality. Me, sitting on the center row, with my gang mates and some cheerleaders trying hard to flirt with us.