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Poppy's POV
I sigh as I wave goodbye to Crystal, before heading into my english class. I wasn't looking forward to the new school year, especially since it turns out that I have no lessons with my best friend.
I'm quite a shy person, and I'm definitely not popular. I like to stay under the radar and I am perfectly content with nobody knowing who I am.. well mostly. I guess it would be nice to have some people at least acknowledge me sometimes.
I take a seat at the middle of the class. It's the best place to sit. If you sit too close to the front, you are classed as a nerd and while I do want to do well in school, I don't want to be teased for it. If you sit at the back, you either get seen as a trouble maker, or you get very distracted.
As I pull out my notebook and pen, getting ready to start, my eyes land on a tall figure, with curly blonde locks and a bandana. Ashton Irwin. How great, I have the most annoying, cocky, attractive boy in my class. The thing about Ashton is, he is so unbelievably hot, but he knows it and he knows he can get most girls falling at his feet, with a subtle wink. Not every girl though. Not me. I won't fall for his smirk or his dimples or his golden curls or his hazel eyes... ever.
Okay, I lied. I've always had a small crush on Ashton, ever since the start of high school. Maybe it's just the fact that he's by far the best looking boy at school, or maybe it's just my lack of experience in.. well anything remotely related to love. I'm the opposite of Ashton, he's the biggest fückboy ever. New girls every night, always got a new fling under his arm, always a new girl sat next to him with her hand under the desk. Whereas me... never had a boyfriend, I have not even had my first kiss and I am seventeen! Pathetic, I know. I am almost 100% sure that I am the only virgin in my age group. Every body brags about the amount of "action" they get and here I am, the only "action" or "romance" I get is watching titanic three times a week.
Speaking of Ashton being a fückboy, I turn around and see his latest girl toy, Amanda, sat next to him, fluttering her eyelashes up at him, practically begging for attention. Suddenly, I see him lift his eyes up to mine and so I snap my head back around, not wanting to seem creepy.
The teacher drones on and on and on, causing my eyes to drop slightly. The last few nights, I have been kept up all night by my next door neighbour throwing loud "end of summer" parties. His name is Luke Hemmings and funnily enough, he is very close to Ashton. Best friends, or something along those lines. Music beats through the building until the early hours of morning, so I've been running on about 4 hours of sleep for the past week. Obviously, this means I'm not surprised when my eyes close completely and I rest my head in my hands, letting sleep consume me.
"Miss Blackwell!" I hear a sharp voice pull me out of my sleep and my face goes bright red as I realise where I am.
"I am so sorry, I'm just so tired." I say to the teacher. Great job at first impressions..
I hear snickers coming from behind causing me to whip my head round. I see Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael and their fück buddies, laughing at me.
"Looks like Sleeping Beauty woke up." Amanda sneers, causing my blush to darken.
"You might need to rephrase that, Amanda." Ashton says. "She's far from beautiful."He smirks. "More like the ugly duckling."
His comment causes everyone in the class to laugh along with him and tears sting at the back of my eyes. I look at him, with sad eyes, before turning around and focusing on the work, wishing that the ground would swallow me up.
By the end of the lesson, everyone seems to forgotten the situation which relieves my worries slightly. I silently pack up my bag and head out of the door, not bothering to look at Ashton on the way out.
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