Falling For You

Chapter 1

Hey guys!!! I'm sorry Chapter 1 is so short- I like short chapters and I cannot lie, nobody can deny! I know it's kind of boring and cliche at first, but it picks up, I promise!

I am kind of random with my POVs (Point of View), so I'll put whose POV it is for each chapter in my little intro thingy. :D

Also, the music video in the media link COMPLETELY represents the story as a whole, and if you want me to tell you the billions of reasons this song represents the story, feel free to message me about it and I will rant for DAYS.

**These are characters of my own creation!! I did not steal them from anyone else :D**

Paige's POV

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I was walking down the street clutching my new books when I heard shouting.

"Hey geek fest!" It was the frat football boys. I stopped walking and turned to face them.

"What?" I shouted back while pushing up my glasses. I quickly examined the scene. It was the quarterback and some of his cronies.

"Do you know how to catch a football?" It wasn't like I was gonna tell them the truth. I pushed up my glasses again.

"Uh... No."

"Then catch!" While the football was flying toward me, I shifted my stack of books into my left arm and caught the football with my right hand. The looks on their faces were absolutely priceless.

"Here," I said throwing it back. "Catch." My throw knocked our 'precious' quarterback, Andrew Jennings, off of his feet. I laughed. "I prefer the term 'nerd fest' as opposed to 'geek fest.' There's a big difference."

"What's your name?" A sitting up Andrew shouted.

"None of your business." I started to walk away when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned. It was Andrew. I honestly did not like rich, arrogant frat boys. Especially this one, the most arrogant, rich, and selfish of them all.

"Wow, you run fast for a quarterback who always stays in the 'safety' of your beloved pocket. Now that you've been burned, why don't you get your hand off of my shoulder," I said flicking his lingering hand off my shoulder with my free hand, "you can go back to your boyfriends on the football team, and we can both move on with our lives."

I started to walk away when Andrew shouted, "Can I at least have your name so that I can hunt you down when I come up with a comeback?" I turned around and walked backwards.

"Paige Winters. Maybe you could throw a football at my face again sometime. But only on alternate Mondays."

"I guess I'll see you alternate Mondays then."