"Finn?"
Fair skin, shiny blond hair, big eyes, and the perfect body. That was all I could see standing in front of me. I'd like to say that I saw a nice personality with a great sense of humour and charming manners. But I just saw her appearance; nothing more, nothing less.
Like every other girl that had come to talk to me that week, she was asking me to the eighth grade formal. And also like every other girl, I was about to let her down easy. It's not that I didn't want to go to the dance with her, or any of the girls. It's just that I was waiting. Waiting for a girl that didn't even know my name: just my giant ego.
"No thanks," I told Karmin gently, receiving glares from the entire cheerleading squad who just happened to be her crew.
Fourteen was a crazy age back then. We were all trying to grow up in a world where we were being treated like children. I was finally discovering who I truly was all while trying to keep up with my reputation.
The quarterback of the football team was a hard description for me to fit. For starters, I never really had a steady girlfriend during junior high school. Every now and then I would double up with Kevin, his girlfriend Monica, and one of her many single friends. But I never really liked the whole relationship phase we went through back then.
My appearence also wasn't the average Hollywood heartbreaker. My short red hair always conflicted with my big, flashing green eyes. I wasn't short, but I wasn't exactly a giant either. My grades were decent, my friends were great, and my family was wonderful. But if I had to go back and name one thing I didn't have, I could picture it...well her, in a heartbeat.
Rosalie Carter was the most beautiful, unique, and incredible girl on the planet. Although she couldn't see, she could see with her heart. I don't like getting deep about things like this, honestly I don't. But she was...she was the reason I woke up every morning. Her long black hair was always dancing in the wind and her body was slim as a stick.
She had one imperfection, but that imperfection was what set her aside from all the others. She was blind. That's another thing I just don't like getting into, but the fact that she couldn't see broke me apart. Why you ask? Because every girl should be able to know when they're so incredibly beautiful, as she was.
"Man, how many girls are you planning on rejecting?" Kevin's voice broke into my thoughts.
Kevin was the type of guy that was always getting on your nerves. He was sarcastic, loud, and risky. He was my best friend, but most of the time it was all an act.
"Shut up, Kevin," I snapped, losing my patience. "There are plenty of other girls I could go with. I'm just...uh, waiting for the right one."
He rolled his eyes and gave me a slick grin.
"I was actually thinking about asking someone who we don't usually hang out with. Someone, uh, different." I suggested, as I tried to cover up my stutters. Kevin would never approve of me and Rosalie, and neither would anyone in my grade.
"Yeah?" He laughed. "And who may that be?"
I rolled my eyes and got up from our table. Rosalie was sitting in the corner with her earplugs in her ears and her ipod sitting on the table. Next to her was her cousin, Karen, and Karen's friend Lauren. Rolling my shoulders back, I made my way over to her table and sat across from her.
"Uh oh," Karen said mockingly. "What do you want?"
Karen didn't really like me or any of my friends. Heck, Karen really didn't like a lot of people. But she really had something against me. A few girls in my grade still had the same thing against me. Rosalie and I had talked a little in sixth grade. In seventh grade, I blew her off. My reputation was hanging by a thread, and I was a shallow twelve year old. But that was most likely the worst mistake I had made in my entire life.
"Just came to say hi," I told her. "To Rose."
Rosalie spun around after hearing her name. She whispered something into Lauren's ear which Lauren responded by saying my name.
"It's Rosalie," Karen barked. "And I'm sure she doesn't want to talk to you."
"Hi, Finn," Rosalie mumbled just above a whisper. She looked hurt by just having to talk to me.
"How have you been?" I asked, lightly.
She shrugged, picking up her stuff. She picked up her seat and moved to the next table. All to avoid conversation.
"Go away, Finn," Karen muttered, picking up her bag. "She doesn't care anymore. Why do you?"
