The usual feeling of dread creeps into the pits of my stomach as I make the familiar trek to school. Although I try not to let people get to me, they still manage to weasel their way in. No matter how hard I try. I reach the main gates and slowly wander towards my first lesson. Maths is one of my least favourite lessons. Too much thinking involved. I also have to sit next to the class bad boy (who happens to be my biggest crush) Luke Hemming's. He is so majestic and tall compared to me, the ugly, stubby loner. I try not to bring myself down as I wander threw the corridor, looking at all the large wooden doors, till I finally reach the door to hell. I open it rapidly, trying not to bring attention to myself. This turns out to be a big mistake as I trip over a table leg and land head first on the floor. I hear the class erupt with laughter when some gentle arms wrap around me.
'Are you okay?' A familiar voice asks.
'I don't think so,' I answer, rubbing my face. I eventually get myself back together only to realise the boy holding me up is someone I have never met before. 'Are you new here?' I ask.
'No, I guess nobody really knows who I am.' 'What's your name?'
'Ashton, Ashton Irwin,' his smile shows off the most adorable dimples I have ever seen. 'Im Che-'
'I know who you are,' he interrupts, doing so in an embarrassed manner.
'Really? I wouldn't have thought anybody actually noticed me around here!' I reply to him in shock.
'Why wouldn't they notice you? You're beautiful,' his blush makes his face look even more amazing. I can't believe an actual human is being friendly with me. This sort of thing doesn't usually happen to me!
'How's your head feeling?'
'Its kind of aching still.'
'Do you want an icepack?'
'No, I'm ok, but thank you' I smile at him. Then it dawns on me; this was the first time I have smiled in about 5 months. Maybe Ashton and I will get on well together. All thoughts of my little incident fly out of the window. Talking to Ashton is like talking to a dictionary, he is so intelligent, except he isn't boring. He's the funniest person I have ever met. Maybe school isn't too bad after all.
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Imprinted ♱ l.h
RandomBeing lonely is a dangerous thing. Being alone can drive us to the very edge of our mind. Maybe even over it. We all need someone to imprint ourselves into. Someone we love.
