Alana Roman. English. Sporty. Creative. The person I'd always been. I had never been to afraid to show it. Maybe in one stage of my life when all the anxiety washed over me, but it was different now. I was myself and I was happy. I walked out of gym class and into the locker room, spinning the numbers on the lock and opening it up, pulling my gym bag out. I looked in the mirror at my appearance. My long, dark brown hair, tied up in a ponytail with strands from the sides loosely hanging, framing my face. I'm still not happy with my appearance. I'm happy with the person I am but there's still the outside. The way my nose twitches a lot. The chubbiness of my cheeks. The little scar on my forehead. They all stood out. I didn't like it. I guess I'm learning to love myself, but it isn't easy. I heard light footsteps behind me and felt two strong arms on my waist, spinning me around and pushing me against the hard, metal locker. I knew who it was... Shawn. He grew close to my face and I could feel his hot breath against my pale skin, making me shiver. I looked into his eyes and saw the light shimmer, how did I see it but no one else? Something was so mysterious about him. He was unpredictable. Irresistible. He looked so kissable. I'd had a slight crush on him for a while now, but that wasn't for him to know. I tried not to get involved with the bad boys. But this one, I couldn't help it. "Meet me out the back in 10 minutes" He mumbled onto my fair skin. I grew nervous but nodded lightly. He backed away and left the locker room. He was so fucking sexy it was almost impossible to resist. I calmed myself down slightly and walked out the back of the gym. I saw him there, lent against the wall, hands in his pockets. He looked like a proper Abercrombie and Fitch model. His jawline looked so defined and perfectly chiseled. I slowly walked up to him and he pulled me close. I didn't hide my thoughts, despite my slight fear and nervousness right now. "Ya' know, you're different from the rest" I said, my tone low as I looked deep into the chocolate brown orbs on his gorgeous face. "Really? and how might that be beautiful?" He whispered, close to my face. "I'm not sure, I can't put my finger on it, there's just something about you, Shawn. I want to find out what it is." I mumbled, biting down lightly on my lip. "I think I can arrange that" He smirked. His lips found his way to mine and he kissed me, Impossible to resist, I kissed back. You could hear the slight click from where our lips parted and reconnected again. He was a damn good kisser. He pulled away and smirked. "Don't think I won't text you" He mumbled, his voice raspy. "Might need my number to do that" I whispered with a small smile. What am I doing? Am I seriously flirting with the bad boy? Jesus Alana. I watched as a small blush crept on his cheeks, a bad boy blushing? Rare. I pulled my grey iphone6 out my back pocket and passed it to him, and he passed me his. We exchanged numbers and he kissed me again. Christ his lips were so soft. Once he'd pulled away he smirked, pecked my nose and walked off. As bad as that may have seemed, that was definitely one of the best moments of my entire life.
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