Thea was a ghost. No one noticed her - not even when people continuously knocked her over- but that was how she preferred it. Though Thea came from a very well known and even wealthier family, she always seemed to blend in. Just how she liked it.
Jax, on the other hand, had many friends. Some would consider him popular, others wouldn't. He was a very confident guy, who didn't mind the spotlight, but wouldn't demand it either, thinking that he was a modest guy.
Jax and Thea were both two complete strangers, with not even a few words passed between the two in the four years they had been in high school together. The only possible thing they had in common was their lessons. They were both in the highest set, meaning they were a few of the smartest in their year. So, when faced with the difficult task assigned by their English teacher, they are forced to talk, get to know each other, and find a way to tolerate each other's flaws- Thea's social anxiety and Jax's endless antics.
And, yet, though Thea would deny it, the only way she would be able to tolerate him through the painful months to come, was through his looks. Thea often felt a little physical attraction towards Jax, but of course, never pursued it.
"It's just a physical attraction," Thea moaned to her friend. "And only that. Nothing more; nothing less."
So, when her attraction begins to progress and develop in ways Thea couldn't understand, she did all she could to stop it. Jax was trouble, an unholy force, one might say.
Maybe a kind that Thea couldn't stop; couldn't possibly deal with.
*Rejected at First Sight* Spin-off series (By GirlWhoChasesRainbow)
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"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hits a wall. I stumble backwards slightly before a hand wraps around my waist, keeping me from falling. Looking up, I realize this wasn't a wall, but instead a very attractive male.
A very messy, but definitely sexy, mop of black hair sat on top of his head. When I looked closer, I realized that it was a deep shade of brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled to his eyes, where I found two deep ocean blue eyes looking at me. I kept going further down to his too crooked nose to be called straight, which I assumed came from too many fights. His skin was tanned, but an olive tone suggested he had a natural darker complexion to begin with. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips which were resting slightly open.
His lips jerked up into a lopsided sneer as his hand snapped back to his side. The sudden movement left my back cold, as if his palm had been a source of warmth.
"You've got to be kidding me!" His tone dripped with disgust. My eyes turned to questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. I brought my hand up to rub my nose, squinting at the slight pain. "What the hell." He grumbled. "I, Jay Julian, reject you as my mate." He, or Jay, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back.
Rejection? What the hell was that? Was it some sort of local lingo? How did I get rejected 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. If that's how this small town school worked, then I was screwed. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people in this place. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.