All My Heart [Justin Bieber]

Chapter 1: Invisible

It was senior year, and there was one last trip.

The beach. 

One last party until summer, and this was going to be the best. 

It all went by so fast, even when I wasn't having so much fun...

You know, it's kind of messed up. The way my beautiful best friend is just so amazing. It's not right. Yes, she's about perfect, short blonde hair, big brown eyes, and a lovely figure.

Then there's me. 

Melody. Who names their kid Melody?

I'm a book worm, I get noticed by some guys, but not the guys I want. It sounds selfish, but hey... I'm not going to lie. 

Farah had always gotten the good guys. Ones that were completely amazing, and I was always stuck studying on our sleepovers because she wanted to go out. 

I'm not complain — okay.. I kind of am. 

I have shoulder length waviness, that's a chestnut color with blonde highlights. Plump pink lips, and a button nose. 

My eyes are blue. An ugly blue in my opinion, anyways. I have a small waist, and big breasts. I wish I was more petite like Farah is.

She's the captin of the cheer leading team, I'm in the shadows taking pictures of them for yearbook.

I have A's in all classes except Chemistry. Because — that stuffs hard. 

That's the class I have with Justin Bieber. 

He's perfect.

Spiked up golden hair, tall, tan, 

Those big brown orbs that look into your soul — maybe I'm getting carried away. Well, the normal/horrible thing is he's always looking at Farah. Raising his hand as if he's got the courage to talk to her, then puts it down slowly, shoving his hands in his pockets.

She doesn't even notice.. But I do.

Freshman year Justin and I did a project in health class, so once in a while, he stops and says something like; Ayeee, Mel!  or You haven't grown an inch!

Im only five foot two, and it gets annoying. I'm the shortest in senior class, and unless I wear ten inch heels like the other girls, I'm going to be the smallest at graduation.

I was walking to school, Calculus book and History homework in arms, pressed against my chest oh so lovingly, when Justin caught up to me.

"Hey, Mel, how's it going?" He panted, his hot breath spilling out into the cool air. He smiled at me. I lightly smiled back, avoiding his tempting gaze. 

"Hi, it's alright, good, I guess," I furrowed my eyebrows, finally looking up. "Why?" I asked confused as to why he didn't take his car.

He shrugged, "Can't talk to a friend? Besides, I need to exercise more, I've gained weight." He patted his sculpted stomach. I grinned, and shook my head. 

"What do you want, Justin?" I asked playfully. Before I could blink he responded:

"Farah."

I sighed silently, of course. "Get in line." I mumbled, he didn't answer, so I stopped walking and turned to him. "What's that got to do with me?" I folded my arms across my chest, no longer playful. 

He met my intense stare, his golden eyes burning into mine. He stood silent. "Your charm doesn't work on me, kid." I retorted. 

Oh, but it did.

He cracked a smile. "I need your help . ." He started. 

I scoffed. "You want me to put in a good word for you or—" I stopped, and started walking again. 

He chuckled, "That would be helpful, also . . But, I mean . . I need your help on getting her, like, to be my girlfriend, notice me, ya know?" He shoved his hands in his grey jeans, his thumps peeking out.

Yeah, I know. I know exactly.

"Why don't you just ask her?" I saw we were nearing the school. 

"I know a lot about her, and she doesn't date dudes she doesn't know . . C'mon Mel," He gave me an encouraging, and hopeful smile. "I'll help you in Chem . . You're failing," He sung. My eyes snapped to him. 

"How'd you know?" I gasped. 

He ignored my question.

"Please?" He added. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak. 

"Melody!" Farah's voice shouted.