I'll Always Choose You

Chapter 1

High school sucks. The people suck. The teachers suck. The homework sucks. Pretty much everything about it sucks. Besides the food. Oh my, God, the pizza is heaven.

I was hoping that I got a few classes with my friends from middle school. But the school board thought otherwise. Now, I'm the girl that has no friends. Isn't that just great? But I don't care. 'Cause I have my music. When I have my music, I don't care about anyone or anything.

So that's basically where we are now; I just came back from lunch with my friend Casey and a few other Juniors. I sat in my Geometry class feeling a food coma coming my way. I rested my head in my hand and tried to look like I was paying attention to the teacher who was busy explaining some random equation that people made up and thought that it looked like a math equation.

It's been a little over 3 weeks of school and I still can't understand the point of geometry. It just doesn't seem to make sense to me.

I listened to music instead and began wandering my eyes around the classroom at all the different faces around me. I noticed some people drifting off as well, and some that were actually paying attention. Everyone seemed to be and act the same.

But one person caught my eyes. His name is Michael. I had him in my math class only. Just so you can get a better vision of him, his hair is a beautiful dark bown and his eyes are a lovely light brown. And don't even get me started on his smile. Dear Lord. His eyes twinkle like mini stars and oh my, God, they're so beautiful. Now, I'm going to warn you that whenever I see him or talk about him or think about him, I get mushy and weird and girly, like I just did now and I deeply apologize.

I began to check him out, scanning his face. His hair was put into a nice style that definitely suited him. His eyes were looking down on his notebook as he scribbled things into it. His lips a nice pinkish color that complimented his face nicely.

I honestly don't know why I was so interested in staring at this boy that I knew nothing about and wouldn't be the slightest bit interested in me, but he just seemed so...intriguing. I've seen him hanging around in the hallways with a group of people who seemed to include a lot of people that I knew from middle school who were popular. And I really hate them. Well, I hate everyone, but they annoy the crap out of me. I just hate that he hangs out with them though, but it's not like I can control that. And I see him walking around the hallways talking and smiling at the girls in his friendship circle. Jesus Christ, Natalie, why do you care so much? It's not like anything is going to happen. Stop caring so much. This isn't you.

As I began to leave my daydreaming state, I realized that he was staring at me, too, a slight smile tugged onto his lips. I felt my cheeks go extremely hot and I quickly looked away, my face still as hot as the sun. When I stole a quick glance back in his direction, he was still looking at me. I raised an eyebrow at him and he grinned, looking back down at his notebook, writing away.

*****

"Did you finish you're homework, Natalie?"

I looked up from my book and found my mom standing by my bedroom door.

"Um, yes?"

She sighed like she always does when I don't put forth effort into my school work.

"Natalie," she demanded. "You know how important it is to do you're homework. If you don't do your homework, then you'll do bad on your exams, and when you do bad on your exams, you get bad grades, and you know what happens when you get bad grades."

I groaned. "Yes, mom. I know what happens. You tell me this everyday."

"You're in high school. The only thing that you should be doing is studying and doing your work so you'll get scholarships from colleges."