They Don't Know About Us

I hate Chemistry. This is what ran through my mind as I listened to my chem teacher drone on about... Okay, I had no idea what she was talking about. 

My name's India Jamison, but call me Indie, or else I'll kill you. Haha, just kidding, but seriously, I don't like the name India... so I really prefer Indie. 

I'm half Asian, and half white. I have long blonde hair, fair skin, and pretty interesting eyes, if I say so myself. They constantly change colors, ranging from dark brown to a super light golden brown. 

Bringggggg! 

The school bell jangled, as everyone scrambled out of their seats. Me, being the shy person I am, was the last to get out of class. As I exited the noisy classroom, I bumped into a tall figure with sturdy shoulders and a strong chest, causing me to drop the books I was carrying. 

"I'm so sorry..." I said meekly to the ground, not looking up to see who I had knocked into. I bent down quickly to retrieve my books, but they were handed to me by the stranger I'd run into. 

"Here you go." He had a British accent, and a smooth, almost velvety voice. 

"Uh... Thank you." I managed to stutter out. I flushed pink and looked up to the stranger. I was mildly surprised at how attractive he was. High cheekbones, olive-colored skin, and a strong jawline. Dressed in a wife beater, plaid shirt, and dark jeans that accentuated his defined muscles, with a perfect little quiff on his head that had few streaks of blond in it. Overall, he was basically the definition of hot. And his eyes... oh my gosh. They were a perfect shade of light brown, fringed by long eyelashes that most girls would die for. 

I stumbled off, feeling his eyes on me. 

A/N So this is my first fanfic, so I'd appreciate if you could leave comments, vote, favorite, show to friends, whatever. :D