How to love (George Shelley Fanfiction)

There he stood,blond flowy hair seemed to be brushed by heavens angels them self , the smell of his cheap clone down my nose able to bring any life back,his adorable blue eyes made by the oceans clearest water, his small pointy nose, his smile carved to the perfection with the cutest dimples to make any body pass out, his body, the most muscular body in the hole 12th grade. And there was I the most shy, loneliest, and smartest girl in the 11th grade Paisley Timothy.

Ughhh who am I kidding why would Dylan Stones take an interest in, me, i'm just a lonely nerd girl who has at the most just 3 to 4 Friends.

"Excuse me Paisley, but is there any thing you would like to share with the class?" Mrs.Thompson asked raising her voice as she came towards my desk hovering her eyes above the other students desk.

"No mam." I answered, as, I quickly shut my note pad for her not to see the sketch I was drawing.

"NO Mrs.Thompson, just Dylan Stone's drawing on her note pad!" Came from the back of the room after I finished answering Mrs.Thopmson's question.

" Aww, she has a nerd crush on Dylan." I herd another mocking voice from the back of the room as I quickly turned to see who it was.

Of course it were the Stewart twins, Hudson and Bryson.

"No i don't " I exclaimed . Just as every body in my class laughed at the thought of it.

"Hudson and Bryson do you both really want to see the principal again for the eighteenth time this week so you both won't play football this year?" Mrs.Thompson quickly questioned both of them after I turd around to face the front of the room.

"Hello, I'm still waiting for an answer from both of you." She continued after not hearing anything from both of them for a minute.

"No mam." They answered as they ducked their heads might I add "enormous" heads that are filled with not much but air and football fantasies.

"Alright than I suggest you both behave, well then lets carry on class to day we will learn about colonization........" As she went on and on.

After an hour of history I had English with my friend Beth, yeah short for Bethany.She never actually liked the name Bethany so she made me call her Beth, apparently its more of a high school name than a middle school name. She never liked being the youngest out of all of our friends, it made her look less mature and quite frankly being mature was all she cared about since we entered high school. Actually I don't understand why she would even try to act mature because compered to Ayden and Bentley she's the most mature person out of all of our friends.

There she was waiting at the end of the hall."Hey Paisley, Paisley i'm over here , i'm so glad your here that way Nolan could leave me alone." She said, making it sound like he was interested in her when all the poor boy wanted was the pencil she borrowed from him.

"So how was history class or should I say stare at Dylan Stone class, huh, your so lucky you have him in a class." She questioned me as she nudged me on the side.

'' I don't stare at him." I shouted, as the hall monitor hushed me.

After I had English class with Beth it was lunchtime in the cafeteria. AKA the worst time of the day, well for most people that is. I didn't quite understand that place. We are all forced to sit in one room together and eat the lunches our mothers or cafeteria ladies had "made" for us, while we are all divided into sections based on our social status. For instance the drama kids with their fantasy's of who would make a better actor sit at the far right corner. The "bad boy" out cast sit at the bottom right corner next to the vending machines to charge all the helpless kids who try get thru their day. The comic fiction nerds with their imagination of new super heroes they could invent sit three tables in-front of the " bad boy" outcast and two tables behind the drama kids. The celebrity wannabees sit one table to the left of the drama kids. The handsome hipsters as Beth and I call them sit one table to the right and one table down from the celebrity wannabees.The coir crew sit two tables to the left from the celebrity wannabees harmonizing as they eat. The film geeks and their gadgets sit two tables to the left from the "bad boy" out cast. The "preps" and their "royal kingdom" sit in two different tables, which are located two tables below the handsome hipsters and then three tables below the coir crew. My friends and I sit one table to the left from the comic fiction nerds, which is just about four of us. Bentley is the oldest, he has a brown quiff, three freckles on each cheek, wares black outlined glasses, and would never stop talking about his favorite band, McFLY and all the other new bands he found online or somewhere ells. Ayden is the third oldest with red hair, brown eyes, always wares skinny jeans, and is equally entrusted in good music and bands.Beth who had short blond hair, dark brown eyes, always wares Rosie pink lipstick, and would always try to act older.And then there was I, with long brown wavy hair that went below my shoulders,but I would always wear it in a ponytail, hazel eyes, whore glasses, and dreamed about a guy who would never notice me. And there are still other groups i did not name but with a high school as big as myn I really cant.