Angelo knew his mother was trying to play matchmaker when she suggested then paid for his maid service. The only problem was when he laid eyes on Francesca the maid standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his favorite tee shirt with possibly nothing under it, cooking his favorite dish, and singing one of his favorite songs. He knew that he may possibly be in danger of losing his heart for the first time.

She was beautiful, but not like the women who adorned magazine covers with their flawless skin and perfect hair. She was beautiful for the way she though, for the way her brain could conjure a tapestry of words that flowed like the Nile. She was beautiful for the passion she encompassed when defending something she believed in, for something she loved. Her beauty flowed because of the way she saw the world with such beauty and sadness, even with barren eyes. She was not beautiful for something as shallow as her looks, she was beautiful down to her soul. Copyright © 2013 by ssafehavens also known as SheeransGirlfriend. All rights reserved. **This novel was a fanfiction, but it is now 2018 and I have absolutely zero interest in One Direction. This is staying published for memory sake only, you do not have to read this at all.**

"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.