The heart's desire.

Chapter 1: "Mr.Popular."

I walked into the corridors of Pine Tower High. 'Another mediocre year,'I whispered to nobody in particular.

Another year of being a wallflower. I hated being here.

Pine tower high was the epitome of a stereotypical high school you'd see on tv, and I was quick to figuring that out. Sitting in the back of the library every lunch period in freshmen year made me realize that. And I have a feeling this years not gonna be any different. Same people, same place, same cliques.

But for me, I'm just..there. I don't belong with any of them. I'm not completely shy but I'm not outgoing either. I'm just me. 16 year old Brooke Valentine. Nothing special at all.

Well, that's what I thought; until he came and changed my mind.

I walked into Mr.Hightowers class and found a seat in the back. 1st period geometry. Ew. Math was definitely not one of my favorite subjects but I wasn't bad at it.

I was pretty early so the bell hadn't rang yet. I checked the time on my phone and I was right. Four minutes till the bell rings.

Sighing I clicked off my phone and put it in my back pocket.

Now before you say how stupid I am for putting it there, hear me out. My logic is fool proof. See, if you put it in your back pocket, you put it near your butt. People hate butts. Butts repel people. Therefore, butts protect phones. See? Genius. I know haha.

I finally took the time to look around the room. I'm literally the first person here. Classic. Turning towards the window I gazed outside. Today was a beautiful day in Florida.

The sun was shining and the trees were sour apple green. It wasn't hot though. It was perfect weather with the wind blowing ever so casually and the school streets beaming with life. It brightened my mood.

Turning forward I look at the clock above the door. 2 minutes had passed and surprisingly people had began to fill the room. The teacher had even walked in.

Scanning the floor, I saw that everyone had already gotten into their own little groups, me obviously being the odd one out. That was fast.

My eyes landed on the people at the front of the class; the Nerds. They people who always know the answer to any and EVERY question and never get in trouble. This group consisted of Katie Johnson. She's a genius. Her Gpa is portably higher than Mount Everest, and she's read more books than I'd ever read in my life. But that's not necessarily a good thing.

No one likes her, except for her 2 friends Freddy and Isaiah. The other "Nerds". Everyone thinks they're teacher's pets. The populars started calling them that, and it just stuck.

That's how high school is.

Speaking of the populars, on the opposite side of the room, at the very back, not far from where I was sitting, gathered the royals themselves. All sixth of them; in my class too. How lucky was I? The populars consisted of Trina Levi, the queen snake herself, Becky, Blondie one, Samantha, Blondie two, Nathan the jock, Luke aka prince playboy, and Elliot, the pretentious mysterious bad boy that every girl fawns over. Every girl except me of course.

All sixth of them, the 3 girls sitting in chairs horizontal to each other wearing two pounds of cake- I mean makeup each and probably freaking Chanel perfume on. (I'm not kidding.) and the three boys all in front of them. While Trina lead the conversation, everyone semi listened to her while doing their own thing. Luke obviously turned around hitting on another one of his many tally marks on his hit list. Unsurprisingly, this week it was Becky. Again.

Nathan was spinning a basket ball on his finger and talking to Samantha, the second Blondie. And Elliot was on his phone, seemingly uninterested in life at the moment.

All of them have specific roles in the basic popular clique; the jock, the playboy, the queen bee and her two side kicks. but why was Elliot there. He seemed so different from everyone.

I thought on, not noticing that I was literally drilling eye sized holes in his head from my hard gaze.

Whoops?

Feeling my stare he looked up and his eyes caught mine. They were hazel. The sun reflected off them perfectly and my breathe hitched. My cover had been blown.

'Retreat! Retreat!' I told myself in my head as my cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment. He had caught me.

I was directly looking at him, full force.
And he had seen.

Panicking, my heart rate began to increase and suddenly he smirked.

Why is he smirking? Confusion had taken over my body and suddenly everyone was looking straight at me.

And this is when I fudged up.

See, what I failed to notice, when I began my little scan across the class, the teacher had started with the classic introduction lesson. As we all know teachers seem to LOVEEE getting to know their students on the first day of school and after he finished introducing himself, he insisted that we  introduced ourselves as well. And while I began my little staring session with Mr.Popular, my turn presented itself.

"Um, miss Valentine, what exactly are you looking at?" Mr.Hightower asked with a look of amusement on his face.

Stunned I blinked, and begin my fall downhill.

Stuttering I try to save myself. You've only got one chance of redemption. Think Brooke.
"Um, uh, I was," stuttering I began my lie but Mr.Popular wasn't having that.

"I'm sorry Mr.Hightower, she's having technical difficulties. See, she's been staring at me too long, and my gorgeous looks took her breath away. Quite understandable really." Elliot says and the whole room roars with laughter.
(Authors note; lol that boy said gimme dat neck)
Clenching my fist I squint my eyes and trust me, if looks could kill.

Let's just say it'd be R.I.P Elliot waters.

That little rat, how dare he. And to think I thought he didn't fit in with the populars.