Author's Note: Okay, so the plot of the story is probraly the most cliche plot ever. Bad boy likes good girl, fall in love, bad boy has secret, blah blah. However, I wrote this a REALLY long time ago, as when I wrote the most cliche stories ever. But, I decided to put the first chapter here. I'll only continue if people want me to. Hope you enjoy :) And any constructive critsicm is welcome!
1. Encounter
If people would ask about me, Elle Summons, they probably say "who?" Or if they did know me, or at least who I was, they probably would say "Biggest outsider ever" or "Loser of the Century"
Because they were all true.
But you can bet your life that I became known in the year 2007. Almost everybody would know about me. They would know my name, they wouldn't sit on me because they didn't see me. They would know who I was because I changed a person that year.
But our story starts here.
It was Wensday Afternoon, Lunch Break. It was 89% degrees. I was sitting under my favorite tree, drawing. I have a talent for drawing. It's the one thing that makes me feel alive rather than invisible.
Which I am.
Anyway.
I was drawing a dream I had last night. I usually don't remeber my dreams, but I remeber this one so vividly. It was a boy and a girl walking down a deserted street. The boy had messy beach blonde hair. He had dark green eyes, and his thin mouth was in a smirk. The girl had dark messy brown hair that was in a ponytail, and had light brown eyes. I called them Leah and Julian.
'Yep, very good work'. I thought happily to myself.
I was 17 years old, and had straight dark black hair that was in a ponytail, and I had short bangs. I also had milky white skin, and navy blue eyes, which were currently observing the picture in fron of me.
I lived in California, Little Ville, and have for my whole life. The town is so quant and peaceful. Its the perfect place to live if you want a peaceful life.
A dull life.
Then I heard a voice behind me:
"What are you drawing?"
I turned around, and came face to face with Ryan Calving, whose short black hair was shining in the sun, and whose dark brown eyes were staring straight into mine, and teasing smirk on his face.
Let me tell you something about Ryan Calving...okay, actually several. He was very popular, in fact, probably the most popular boy in school, and was also a player. And he was also known as a bad boy. Not those bad boys who steal cars and vandalize the school. I'm talking smoking during luch break, under-age drinking, partying bad boys.
Oh, and one more thing:
He was very handsome.
"Drawing." I said quitely, answering his question.
"I know that." He chuckled. "I mean what are you drawing?"
"Um..." I started, not really knowing what to say.
"Just a dream I had." I said finally.
He blinked once, starting at the picture a little more. His expression was unreadble. Then his mouth tilted to the side.
"Your talented." He said, still observing the picture in front of me, not looking into my direction.
"Um...thanks." I appreciated the compliment, but it felt so weird coming from him of all people.
"I could tell you draw a lot...for how long?"
"Since I was seven. 'What was up with all the question'
"Do you always draw during your free time?" He asked, a taunted grin on his face.
"No...I mean yes...I mean, most of the time." Did I mention I have a serious stuttering problem?
"You are quite the artist."
Before I could say anything, he turned around and left, but not before giving me one last smirk. I saw him go up to two boys and slapping their hands in greeting.
I just sat there for a couple of moments, one thought going through my mind:
'What just happened?'
AN: I know, it sucks. But like I said, I wrote this really long ago, and I'm not compltely satisfied with the result, but meh.
1. Encounter
If people would ask about me, Elle Summons, they probably say "who?" Or if they did know me, or at least who I was, they probably would say "Biggest outsider ever" or "Loser of the Century"
Because they were all true.
But you can bet your life that I became known in the year 2007. Almost everybody would know about me. They would know my name, they wouldn't sit on me because they didn't see me. They would know who I was because I changed a person that year.
But our story starts here.
It was Wensday Afternoon, Lunch Break. It was 89% degrees. I was sitting under my favorite tree, drawing. I have a talent for drawing. It's the one thing that makes me feel alive rather than invisible.
Which I am.
Anyway.
I was drawing a dream I had last night. I usually don't remeber my dreams, but I remeber this one so vividly. It was a boy and a girl walking down a deserted street. The boy had messy beach blonde hair. He had dark green eyes, and his thin mouth was in a smirk. The girl had dark messy brown hair that was in a ponytail, and had light brown eyes. I called them Leah and Julian.
'Yep, very good work'. I thought happily to myself.
I was 17 years old, and had straight dark black hair that was in a ponytail, and I had short bangs. I also had milky white skin, and navy blue eyes, which were currently observing the picture in fron of me.
I lived in California, Little Ville, and have for my whole life. The town is so quant and peaceful. Its the perfect place to live if you want a peaceful life.
A dull life.
Then I heard a voice behind me:
"What are you drawing?"
I turned around, and came face to face with Ryan Calving, whose short black hair was shining in the sun, and whose dark brown eyes were staring straight into mine, and teasing smirk on his face.
Let me tell you something about Ryan Calving...okay, actually several. He was very popular, in fact, probably the most popular boy in school, and was also a player. And he was also known as a bad boy. Not those bad boys who steal cars and vandalize the school. I'm talking smoking during luch break, under-age drinking, partying bad boys.
Oh, and one more thing:
He was very handsome.
"Drawing." I said quitely, answering his question.
"I know that." He chuckled. "I mean what are you drawing?"
"Um..." I started, not really knowing what to say.
"Just a dream I had." I said finally.
He blinked once, starting at the picture a little more. His expression was unreadble. Then his mouth tilted to the side.
"Your talented." He said, still observing the picture in front of me, not looking into my direction.
"Um...thanks." I appreciated the compliment, but it felt so weird coming from him of all people.
"I could tell you draw a lot...for how long?"
"Since I was seven. 'What was up with all the question'
"Do you always draw during your free time?" He asked, a taunted grin on his face.
"No...I mean yes...I mean, most of the time." Did I mention I have a serious stuttering problem?
"You are quite the artist."
Before I could say anything, he turned around and left, but not before giving me one last smirk. I saw him go up to two boys and slapping their hands in greeting.
I just sat there for a couple of moments, one thought going through my mind:
'What just happened?'
AN: I know, it sucks. But like I said, I wrote this really long ago, and I'm not compltely satisfied with the result, but meh.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" chocolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and said she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" chocolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
**************************************************
When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and said she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.