mixed emotions.

Amelia.

"Honestly I know you're my best friend, but seriously, how do you find that funny?" I say to Grace as she rolls around on the ground laughing. Grace had found a picture of a bird with crocs on, like yeah it's funny, but not 'rolling on the ground' funny.

"Come on, you've got to laugh at that. Like I'm seriously questioning how you are my best friend." Grace said making her way back up to the table.

I scoffed acting hurt, putting my hand to my heart, glaring at her showing the pain in my eyes. Grace and I locked eyes for less then a few seconds before cracking up hysterically. "You know I was really picturing you with the duck and his little crocs on your head." Grace tells me as she lets out a laugh.

"Do you ever take me seriously?" I reply.

"It's you. Of course not." Grace says finally controlling her laugh.

The end of lunch bell goes and we walk back to our lockers, the hallways filling with mixed personalities and hormones. Grace and I had been friends throughout all of high school, at one point we hated each other when we were little, but that was over random stuff probably like she wanted to own the colour pink so I couldn't; but she is my rock and always will be.

As every school does, at Milford High School we have the cliques. The lacrosse boys, the wannabe girls, the geeks, the nice kids and the invisibles. Grace and I are a mix between the nice kids and the invisibles meaning we are friendly but we know who to stick clear of. I would never go out of my way to be mean, but if someone creates a problem, I'm not scared to stick up for myself but otherwise I am defiantly a little shy towards people that I don't know.

I was getting my English folder out of my locker, when I heard Grace say bye as she headed to her class. I know I have to get to class but I linger for a few more seconds as I see them walk through the corridor, brushing past me, and around the corner. By them, I mean the most popular boys at Milford High - Jackson Woods, Riley Summers, and last but not least the bad boy Alec Jaxon, formally known as AJ.

I don't understand why I feel intrigued by his bad boy reputation, when all I've heard is that he isn't friendly and he tends to mess with girls. Well, it's a good thing I'm invisible to them. I shake away part of me that wants to dig deeper as I quickly run to class, giving my teacher Mrs. Andrews a quick smile before sitting down in my seat - just in time for the bell.

I like English. I like being creative and giving my opinions on different pieces, but I never put my hand up in class. I only ever ask after class or email Mrs. Andrews so I don't drag attention to myself. I stay out of trouble (well I try), I love music, and painting or writing lyrics is always fun. I'm not much of a romantic, but I definitely have a soft spot for ice-cream and a good movie.

I don't really have my hopes up for that one special person to come in and whisk me off my feet - none of that fairytale stuff, so being realistic is definitely one thing I do best, (which isn't always a good thing).

My attention regains focus on Mrs. Andrews, who begins to talk about the Shakespeare essay we have due soon.

"Since last lesson you slacked a bit, I'm expecting-"

Her voice was cut off from the noisy swing of the classroom door.

Alec Jaxon.

Gosh, he is so hot. ughh no come on none of that, oh my god please brain never again.

His wavy brown hair was swept so perfectly, and his sea green eyes scanned the room, as his hold on his bag tightened. I need to stop it, I can't like him, why him of all guys.

He just slightly smiled and continued to walk to his seat. I caught his eyes for 2 seconds, god I'm intrigued but what really about him makes me that way I wonder. Shaking it off again I just zone back into Mrs Andrews and do my work.