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I tried to keep my eyes on the teacher, but they kept flickering back to his gorgeous face. I couldn't concentrate with him whispering to his friends like that. His husky voice sending chills down my spine and causing me to blush. If this is how I acted when he was talking to his guy friends, I can't imagine if the words were ever directed at me, if he ever actually spoke to me. But that would be something more to laugh about than anything else. The day that Harrison Cole ever looked at me would be the day pigs could fly and the day I would faint in ecstasy.

I was so busy fantasizing about the golden eyed, brown haired god, that I hadn't even realized that the teacher was talking to me. I glanced away from his face and back to the short Mexican man at the front of the room,

"Sorry Mr. C, please can you repeat the question?" I asked and he nodded

"If x is corresponding to y are the two lines parallel?" he asked I nodded

"Yes." He smiled and then continued with the class, lucky for me that was an easy question and would be my class participation for this week. Another student asked him to go over one of the homework questions and I quickly started writing down the steps he did on the board. The bell rang right as he finished the problem and everyone started to pack up, some faster than others. I took my time not wanting to have to leave with the large group of other students. I adjusted my uniform skirt as it had twisted slightly from crossing my legs and then headed for the door.

I followed some students down to the lunchroom and then scanned the CAFF (Control Area For Food) for Sarah. Sarah was my best friend; we had been since kindergarten and were as close as two people could be without blood relation. I spotted her small frame at our usual spot in the corner of the lunchroom and smiled making my way towards her and plopping down opposite her. She looked up from her Physics textbook with a smile.

"Hey Monty," she beamed at me and I grinned back.

"Sarah."

"How was Geometry?" she asked I shrugged.

"Okay I guess," I replied vaguely, blushing slightly when I thought about how I had really been staring at Harrison the whole time. Sarah didn't take notice of my blush and only started going on about some new law of Physics she had learnt in her AP class. I just retrieved my pasta salad from my bag and started to eat my lunch, nodding along with what she said and trying to understand what she was talking about. It was hard having a best friend who was a genius because no matter hard I tried keep up, no matter what grade I got on a test it was never the best. It wasn't like Sarah rubbed her intelligence in people's faces; in fact to everyone but me she was shy about it.

Sarah was petite and had blonde hair, almost white that was smooth and pin straight cropped to just bellow her chin. Her eyes were wide and a sparkling blue, not even her chunky nerd glasses brought down her baby doll look, they only enhanced her innocent face and gave her quirky charm. I on the other hand was just plain and awkward; I had a mousy blonde hair that was that awkward length between long and short, my eyes were a muggy blue, bordering on grey. I wasn't fat or skinny but slim, I didn't really have anything that stood out, and I didn't even have Sarah's quirky cuteness. I had long, slender legs for my build and they were my pride and joy, but that was about it.

This was probably the root of everything. It explained why I had never mentioned having a crush on anyone to anyone ever. Sarah didn't even know about my crush on the most popular boy in school. We didn't really talk about that kind of thing. 

Sarah had her boyfriend Dillon a geeky (but sweet) boy from the tech and computer club. To be fair he was a perfect match for Sarah, and I was so happy for her when they started dating two years ago as sophomores. It had even caught the attention of the popular crowd for a bit and they were labeled the "Geek Chic Couple" of our Class. Of course I had been in the background of all of this. I mean I couldn't get much lower on the social ladder than the invisible friend of the nerd.