My not so expected love story.

My not so expected love story.

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" I've never really believed in the fariytale life you know, the happy ending, the perfect love story.. But maybe there is a happy ending for everyone and a perfect love story after all . It just might not be exactly what youre expecting." I guess you can say that our school is just like any other typical high school. You have the geeks, the freaks, you've got the mean girl , the jocks, and off course you got the popular kids. I'm a geek. Or that's what people say, my name´s Jessica but people just call me Jess. If i were to describe my self with 3 words I guess it would be smart, nice, and invisible. Yeah I know, dosn´t sound that good, but its the truth. I am kind of invisible. I'm not shy or anything, it´s just that people don´t notice me for some reason. But one day I went from being the girl nobody knew of to become the center of attention. Well let's get to the point.. This is my "not what I was expecting" love story. ------------------------------------------------ HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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