Rejection Causes Love?

Chapter 1: I love him

ANOTHER new book... I know I've been posting a lot of them lately... but I just felt like adding more stories xD I only have one chapter for this one though :/ but if anyone says they want me to update then I'll try to add another chapter. 

I was walking along the hallway among the crowds of students when I felt someone ram into me with so much force that all my books and binders flew out of my hand and skidded across the scarred tile floor, papers flying everywhere. I gaped in shock for a few seconds until I turned and saw the person that was responsible. Chris Brown, the kid at school that got all the girls and was the most popular guy in school. However, he ignored the non-popular kids like me. I guess the two crowds didn't mix. Out of all the non-popular kids, he only chose me to bully. He was harsh to me every day, and he would laugh at my misery and throw volleyballs and birdies at my head in gym class. He never got in trouble though, and he was surprisingly smart. Why did he even feel the need to bother me though? I had never done anything to him, and I was certainly not threatening his popularity. As I sat there and thought about this, I was staring at Chris with hurt in my eyes the whole time. He was with a small group of his friends, and they all copied him as he doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach.

"Ooo, my bad!" He said in a sarcastic voice, still roaring with laughter. Tears filled my eyes, but I held them back. I would NOT cry in front of him. I turned around with a stiff back and collected all of my papers and binders, stuffing them into one of my larger binders in a crumpled and unorganized heap, and then I hurried off to French class. By the way, my names Madison. I'm in the 11th grade, and I'm 16. Unfortunately, so is Chris. 

I walked into French class at the same time the late bell rang, and I sighed in relief that I hadn't been late. Our teacher, Mrs. Parlen, would yell at us and hand out refferals if we were late without a pass. I took my seat near the back of the class and slowly opened my binder to reveal what was inside. Everything was crumpled together and had footprints on it from being stepped on. The papers were randomly thrown together, with math worksheets mixing with english, which was mixed with recipes for cooking class. I shuffled through the papers, sighing in relief that Chris wasn't in my french class. The only classes he WASN'T in with me were French, Orchestra, and Art. While Mrs. Parlen was busy teaching, I began to seperate the heap of destroyed papers in front of me. I came across one paper that I quickly shoved in my desk before anyone could see it, blushing furiously. I slowly looked around, made sure no one was watching me, and hesitantly slipped it out of my desk to look at it. It had "Chris Brown" all over it, and "Madison Brown", and miniature hearts with "I love you Chris" in the center of the paper. I quickly crumpled up the paper and closed my eyes, thinking again about Chris. He was so hot, but he was so mean at the same time. But no matter what, I would always be in love with him, which is why his harsh words cut so deep.

In love with my bully? I didn't even see how that could be possible, and yet, that's exactly what was going on. I was just glad that Chris didn't know I had a major crush on him, and I never intended for him to become aware of that fact anytime soon. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. It was like I was being rejected, but without him actually saying the words. Instead, he had to express his disgust to me every day of my life through different actions. I guess he wanted me to one day try to stand up for myself and yell back at him, but I couldn't do that. It would make me feel guilty and cruel to be mean to the most attractive guy in the school. 

When my binder was finally organized, class was almost over. I looked up at the teacher, and I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. To make matters worse, five minutes before the bell rang she passed out a thick packet that made a "thump" noise when it landed on my desk.

"I'm going on a vacation, and I'm coming back in late May." The teacher said. Most of us silently cheered, but we stopped at her next words.

"By the time I get back I want this whole packet done, no excuses." She said.