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She heard footsteps coming down the stairwell and she decided to head to the lockers.

This was it, her very last chance to be noticed by him before she left the school for good.

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Chances were pretty slim that she'd see him during the summer, and she daren't get in touch with him any other way out of fear of being rejected. She'd heard from a lot of people that this boy was not very kind, but she didn't care - she believed that she didn't deserve much better.

She'd become a new person since they had last met a few years ago, she was no longer the eccentric, bare-faced tomboy he had once acted so coldly towards. She had more of a sophisticated, minimalistic look about her, and with the help of some make-up she finally felt like she could catch his eye. Now she'd hoped the universe would allow her to meet him once more and show him the woman she had become.

He, on the other hand, hadn't changed much, he still had the same hair framing the same face with the same gorgeous bright eyes; all that had changed about him was his height and his voice, once a childish tone hidden behind a playful boyish grin, now a deep, manly voice accompanied by a charming smile. If only he was unaware of his looks, for he had become rather egotistical with high standards only the typical-looking popular girl could pass.

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Once in the locker room she decided to grab her coat and walk outside where she could place herself on a bench in the schoolyard; daylight didn't do much for her pale face, but she figured it was better than the bright white 'flaw enhancing' lights in the locker room.

There was a spot which she knew he would pass by, and luckily the spot was out of the sun's reach. She sat as confidently as she could manage, doodling on an empty page of an old notebook to relax herself; patiently waiting for him to walk out of the school and notice her.

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They had made eye contact before, only it never lasted long enough for either of them to smile at one another, or show any emotion at all. Thus she worried that he had never really seen her - that she was the only one who had taken notice of all the times their eyes had met.

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Finally, after what felt like hours, he stepped outside. He seemed to be in a good mood as he walked away from the school doors, laughing and joking with a few other boys. At the mere sight of him her already racing heart felt as if it were about to shut down, she could feel her head getting lighter and lighter with every step he took in her direction. Once again their eyes met briefly before he turned, and headed towards a row of parked bikes.

She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on her breathing, soon he'd be walking her way with his bike by his side and she'd be smiling her sweetest smile, ready to meet his gaze. And how I wish I could say that that was how it went. But unfortunately life is rarely simple, and so things never work out that beautifully.

He did appear with his bike by his side, only he was quick to mount the saddle and was riding away with his friends before she had time to acknowledge what was happening. Therefore, when he rode past her and their eyes met yet again, it was no different from their former encounters. He didn't even look back at her after that.

She sat there in shock, unable to process what had just happened. Although she hadn't put much thought into what would happen after she had gained his attention, she never imagined that her presence would be dismissed as quickly and as easily as it had.

He was laughing with the other boys as he biked away. Part of her felt paranoid that they were laughing at how pathetic she was, but she knew that she hadn't been noticed enough by them to be ridiculed. This thought should of put her mind at ease, yet it made her feel even worse - he hadn't even noticed her patheticness, or even appreciated it enough to make fun of it.

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That was it, her very last chance to be noticed by him before she left the school for good.