[ Troy 's pic ]
~TROY
I watched her as she went inside. I've been her bully since birth. It's because of a reason, I have a crush on her. And I want to know who she is and what's behind her hood.
I made my way towards my first class. Everyone stopped what they were doing when I stepped my foot inside the classroom. I'm one of the popular guys and girls like to throw them selves to me. But one girl does not pay me attention. And it's dissapointing to see Natasha staring at nothing, particularly the window.
She stood up and went out of the classroom. Without anyone seeing her except me.
I excused myself to go after Natasha. And there, I found her slowly taking off her hood. I hid in a locker while peeking.
I really want to see her hidden beauty. And there...natural red hair, violet eyes, pink lips, and a flawless skin. Her face has no pimples or any scar. One thing describes her. And that is Perfect.
"I-I know someone's there. P-Please show yourself" she said. I slowly went to her. Her eyes widened and she took a step back. I stopped walking to admire her beauty.
"Do you know the lyrics on 'What does the fox say', an angel in disguise" I sang the last part. She just stood there staring at me.
"I-I have to go" she said ready to leave. I guickly grabbed her hand and then pushed her to the lockers.
"Ow!" then she began crying. She sat and burried her head to her hands. I felt guilty! It should be a hug but the playful me pushed her. I thought it'll make her blush or something. But instead she cried.
So I immediately knelt down infront of her, touching her cheeks. She flinched but I ignored it. Why would she hide such beauty? What harm will it do?
*TO BE CONTINUED*
A/N Wait and see how this story of mine will end. *evil laugh* Just kidding. I just really don't know what to say
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A Hidden Beauty
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