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2, ryan brown.

Ryan Brown was the star of the whole school; he was smart, athletic and undeniably gorgeous, making all the girls fall head over heels for him. I had a huge crush on him for years, but for some reason, it was never my intention for him to notice me. I didn't want anyone to know how I felt, and that way I was protected from his fangirls and rumours that would have followed soon after.

But the moment I found his staring at me, I couldn't stop my heart from racing.

It's not that I still liked him, it was the exact opposite, but it was the fact that he was completely and utterly staring at me. It made me feel strange.

The minute we made eye contact though, I immediately broke it off. I was too afraid for him to see all of my imperfections; my dark circles, spots. I preferred to keep my distance.

I had many reasons to stop liking him. He was judgemental, gorgeous and in love with himself. I, on the other hand, was a potato.

Ryan Brown had a good reputation. He was loved by enormous groups of people and most importantly, they all respected him. He was the type of person who slept around with tons of girls, not regretting a second. He was known as the heartbreaker, the player, the one who constantly got away.

He was similar to Jackson, in a way.

His looks though, were something else. His bright blue eyes stared right through an individual's soul; captivating them into his trap. His light brown hair was always styled up in a quiff style, and to be honest, it always looked salon perfect.

I shook away from my thoughts and walked into class, sitting in my usual seat next to Lily. One by one everyone walked in, and the minute Jackson strolled past us, I felt Lily tense next to me. She didn't even dare to make eye contact with him, but I didn't make much of it. She had mentioned many, many times how much she disliked him, and so I was going to simply leave it as that; hate.

A few minutes later Ryan walked into the small classroom, that I immediately started feeling uncomfortable in. Even though I had a crush on him for ages, I have never been that cautious of him. I never, ever, experienced the chilling tension I felt when he walked in; fear, mistrust. There was suddenly something about him that I couldn't put a grasp on.

The class that we were all in was History, one of the ones that I disliked the most. I did enjoy it sometimes, but it just wasn't for me. I didn't even pick it, it was randomly chosen.

"Listen up, class" Mr Warren shouted. "Shall we get started or will I have you all cleaning chewing gum off the desks?"

The class fell silent.

Mr Warren was one of those confusing teachers; one who was still strict when he had to be, yet most days didn't even care about anything at all. He showed all the signs of being bipolar, and to be fair, I wouldn't be surprised if he was.

"We are going to start a project. You can pick who to go with, I don't care." He finished, while sitting down at his desk. He took out a yo-yo and started playing with it, as the whole class looked at him wide eyed. It wasn't shocking but somewhat strange that he was so careless, so unafraid of judgement or losing his job. Once, he even ate a sandwich when we were all sitting a test. I failed it, but the smell of chicken was to blame. I would have picked chicken over history any time.

"Is he really doing that or am I dreaming?" Lily whispered, as a chuckle escaped my mouth.

I stared at him, following the fast movement of the yo-yo with my eyes. "He is really doing that, he's quite good actually," I let out a laugh, but knowing my horrible luck, the teacher heard me.

"What are you waiting for? Pick a partner!" Mr Warren repeated, as everyone fell out of their daze. The whole class shifted round to find a person to work with, as I just sat in place.

I tapped Lily's shoulder. "Partner?"

"Nah, I hate you." She replied jokingly, but her grin soon fell as her eyes focused on somebody else. I turned around, confused, only to be greeted by Ryan Brown himself.

"Do you wanna be partners? My asshole friends left me," He laughed, revealing his perfectly straight white teeth.

"I, uh, am kinda with Li-" I felt a kick on my foot. "Yeah sure!" I whelped in pain, glaring at Lily.

She smirked at me, oblivious to the fact that I was mentally planning on how to murder her. She must have believed that it was a cliche moment, but I refused to see it as that.

Or maybe she had other reasons. She was a mysterious person, she always hid her real emotions.

I did like him, at some point, but when I saw his asshole side- I just stopped.

"Great! I'll just sit here then." He smiled, while pushing the table closer to mine. He sat down, and I was immediately greeted by the strong smell of his cologne which I was uneasy about. It reminded me too much of something, perhaps of a person I once met, but I couldn't put a grasp on it; once again.

Mr Weaver handed out the information for the projects, as the whole class grabbed them like wild animals. We all wanted to start as soon as possible, to get it over with, so we didn't have to do it at home.

I, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky because at the end of the lesson it was clear to me that we had to meet up outside school to finish it.

I was going to Ryan Brown's house.

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hiiii, how are you all? If you're reading this then ily:))

question; do you have any pets?