Impossible to Love

The New Girl, Obviously

Going to a new school is always hard. The older you get, the harder it seems. The harder it is to make friends. The harder it is to trust those "friends". The first day of school is always the worst. Especially if you're the "weird" one...

Alicia's POV.

Here I am, entering a new high school for the third time in two years. I've had many problems in those schools in which I would hate to mention now. They're horrid memories that hopefully won't make their way back to my messed up life. Thanks to all those things that I suffered through in those other schools, I am now like this. The mean, depressed, angry-with-the-world teenage girl that doesn't give a crap about anything, or anyone.

I watch as all the students rush to get to class while I casually make my way to the office. Once in a while I get glances from people. They all seem to look at me with disgust. It's not like I care. I'll probably hate every single one of them and they'll hate me too. While turning on a corner of the hallway, I bump into a guy. He's oddly good-looking in that sort of geeky way. His hair is slicked back with an immense amount of hair gel. He's maybe about a foot taller than me and wears huge framed glasses. He wears a simple button up shirt with a turquoise bow tie and black trousers with polished black shoes. He smiles politely at me but, me being me, the mean cold hearted person that I am, I simply mumble to him "watch where you're going" and storm off to the office.

The lady in the front desk looks up to look at me and happily asks me "Are you Alicia Perez?" I must say, she doesn't look as cheerful as she seems. She probably just trying to be nice.

"Yes." I dully respond.

"Well here's you're schedule. There's someone that was assigned to guide you to you're classes. He should be here any moment now." She says while giving me a small sympathetic smile. I hate it when they do that.

While waiting, I note that she said "he" so it's obviously a guy. I suppose he's one of the top students in his class so he must be a geek or something. Well, I think to myself, as long as he isn't the talkative type of guy.

After waiting for five minutes for my guide, the lady, in which I learned her name was Anne, sighs in relief when the same guy that I bumped into earlier enters the room. I mentally face palm and muttered to myself "why does it have to be the nerd?" He somehow heard my remark about him because he suddenly spoke up and said, "Well it's better to have a nerd help you than someone that doesn't care about school. Isn't it?" He asks suddenly sending me a smirk. Guys seriously are such stupid creatures.

Instead of answering his question, I just look at my schedule to see where my first class is located, and I walk out the office to find it, with him trailing behind me.

"My name is Alejandro Romero," he politely says. He has a rather deep sexy voice that doesn't really fit his nerdy appearance but makes my stomach flutter. Ugh. I need to stop thinking about things like this. I'll probably end up hating him. Even if I do end up feeling something for him, he will never be interested in a weird, irresponsible person like me. Me and him look like complete opposites. He's this nice, organized, and good looking guy while I'm over here looking like a complete bum.

There's nothing good about me either way. Not even my appearance. I have dull black hair that I straighten way too much and is unbelievably dry at the ends. I have light brown eyes with specs of black here and there. By the looks of him, he seems to be made for the skinny, well shaped and curvy-in-the-right-spots type of girls, not someone like me. I have curves, but they're all on the wrong places. Let's just say I'm chubby however my mother would say I'm fat. I wear black almost every day, except for my worn-out purple converse that have miraculously survived for quite a while.