High School

I don't know what to do. Why does everyone hate me they have no reason too.. I've always been nice.

I've never even given them a glare. Even after all they've done to me.

But now, they're turning me into a monster. Many times I've wanted to die. Die, the word floats around in my mind.

I keep thinking this until I bump into a broad chest. I look up, it's the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. Dark, black hair, pretty, rich green eyes. I can't breath, my heart speeds up in my chest, I lose my breath.

''Um, sorry.'' He says in the most sexiest voice I've ever heard in my life.

''It's, it's ohkay.'' I whisper.

He bends down and then I realize that I dropped my books.

"Here's your books... Uh, what's your name?" He says with an attractive smile.

"Uh, uh, my name? Oh, my name, it's uh Shiloh, Shiloh Muller." I'm forgetting my own name!

"Oh, mines Tristan James."

Oh, such a hot name, I say to myself.