My name is Marie, I am a Junior Honors Student at Fallmir High School. I wouldn't say that I am one of the popular girls, I just have my small circle of friends. Which consist of only 4 people.

I don't like any of the students that go to this school. They're all so stereotypical. If you don't look or dress a certain way, you automatically don't belong in this school. According to most of the students that go here. You have to wear designer clothing brands in order to fit in.

I wouldn't say my parents are rich, they work hard for their money. Whatever me and my brother wanted we usually got it. We never asked for much though. Our parents never spoiled us.

Like I said before, if you don't dress high class and fancy, you aren't welcomed here. Just like this new kid, Michael. He is in all of my honor classes and one of the most smartest people that I know. But since he doesn't dress like the rest of the jockey boys, he gets made fun of everyday. Which doesn't settle right with me.

Michael doesn't even talk to anyone really. He is very shy and quiet. I don't see why someone would want to pick on him. Hell we have partnered up on several projects, he never really spoke to me. Just always focused on getting his part done.

As of today we got partnered up on 2 projects. A chemistry project where we have to study, do in-depth research on 8 enrichment topics, making a portfolio and PowerPoint on each topic.

1. Crystal Structure
2. Environmental Chemistry
3. Organic Chemistry
4. Nuclear Medicine
5. Textile Chemicals
6. Polymers
7. Forensics
8. Chemistry of Computers

And we got partnered up in our AP Psychology project, which studies include motivation, emotion, stress and health, personality, psychological disorders, psychotherapy, and social psychology. We get to choose 3 topics, making a 10 slide PowerPoint for each.

It's a lot of work, but I love learning different things. It's new and exciting to me.

"Michael, wait up." I hollered at him.

This boy walks super fast so I have to jog in order to catch up to him.

"Oh, hi Marie." Michael said softly when I caught up to him.

"Are you ready for the semester projects?" I asked while we were walking to the lunch room.

"As ready as I'll ever be. It shouldn't be too hard. How about you?" Michael stuck his hands in his pockets when we got in the lunch line.

I finally realized what he was wearing (in the picture above) and it looked great on him. He could literally wear a Mickey Mouse sweater and jeans and still look cute.

I caught myself staring when he cleared his throat. I looked up at him and he was blushing which caused me to blush.

"Uh, it shouldn't be stressful. Besides I have a pretty intelligent partner." I smiled at him, causing him to smile back.

Out of nowhere a few people purposely shoulder bumped Michael hard. He grabbed his shoulder looking at me.

"Aren't you going to say something?" I asked him while we moved closer in the line.

"No, it was just an accident. I'll be fine."

"Michael 3 people ran into you, that's no damn accident. You need to go confront them." I grabbed my tray, telling the lady my lunch number.

"Marie!" My best friend Gracie hollered for me at our usual lunch table.

I went over to her and took a seat beside of her. I watched out for Michael to see if he would follow me, instead he went to the far back sitting by himself.

"I seen you crushing on the new boy." Gracie said eating a chicken tender.

"Crushing? Grace I was talking to him about our two semester projects. We got partnered up again." I looked up at her, taking a bite of my chicken tender.

"Mhm. If that is your excuse boo."

"Gracie, what the fuck are you hinting at?" I took a quick glance over at Michael and he was on his phone.

"Not hinting at anything, stating the obvious. It says it all - the way you were blushing, and all giggly in the lunch line. The way you keep staring over at him. I'm not a dumb ass." Gracie rolled her eyes.

"Wow. I can't talk to one guy without you accusing me of crushing on him. I don't even know him enough to have a crush. He is just my assigned partner. Damn."

I watched the same 3 guys who purposely bumped into Michael walk over to him.

They snatched his phone away from him, laughing loudly.

"Aw, Mikey was texting his mommy." Darius said laughing. "I love and miss you mother, I'll see you when I get home." Darius read out his text message that Michael sent to his mom.

"Does your mommy make your clothes, Mikey?" Trevor laughed. "Does she comb your fro too?" Trevor asked tugging on Michael's hair.

"Look how cheap this bracelet it." Ricco laughed snatching Michael's bracelet. "His mommy gave it to him, like his hand me down clothes." All three of them started laughing, which caused more people to laugh.

"C-can you guys please s-stop? I don't want a-any trouble." Michael stood up only to be pushed against the wall.

"We don't care what you want, poor boy." Darius said.

"Just leave me alone, I didn't do anything to you guys."

"What are you going to do about it, mama's boy?" Darius pushed Michael harder against the wall. Hard enough to where Michael banged his head.

"Please stop. I'm begging you." Michael pleaded.

"Mamas boy is begging. Ricco give Mikey a little taste, on what we do to poor ghetto people from the hood." Ricco slammed Michael's phone against the wall breaking it.

I had enough of this shit.

"Hey fuckers, why don't you leave the boy alone? Darius, Ricco and Trevor." I walked up to them pushing all three of them away.

"What are you going to do about it, Marie?" Darius walked up to me getting all in my face.

I pushed him away from me.

"Darius I dated you for 3 years, do you really want me to fucking expose you?" I didn't let him answer that. "I am tired of your punk ass picking on people. Along with your two sidekicks that don't have a life of their own." I looked at the both of them. "You know, the last time I remembered, you used to live in the ghetto and was in a gang, until you got adopted to this rich family you have now. Now all of a sudden you are better than everyone?" Darius didn't say anything.

"Now on to you two. Who the fuck are you think you're fooling? My mother works in the fashion industry and those designers you have on are fake. Until you pay over $4,000 for a Balenciaga fit, I would advice you to shut your fucking mouth, Trevor. And Ricco if you want to go fucking rock supreme and off white, don't buy shit off of Amazon or eBay. You can tell that material is trash like your fake off white Air Force 1's." I snapped.

All I heard was a bunch of ooo's and awe's.

"Wanna continue? Or are you going to give the boy back his bracelet? Because I can go on about your fake ass chains, earrings and Rolex's." Trevor handed Michael back his bracelet. "Good choice. Now leave before I bust your asses."

They all three walked away not saying one word to me.

I turned around and picked up Michael's broken phone handing it to him.

"I'm sorry about that, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine. Thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did. I wasn't going to let them beat you for no reason. Come on, let's go dump our tray and head to class."

He thanked me multiple times for saving him. I didn't need him to thank me. I wanted to save him.

It was after school and I seen Michael. Lucky for him, I texted my brother a favor and got Michael a present.

"Michael, wait up!" I walked over to him.

"Yeah?"

"Come with me, I have something for you." I grabbed his hand before he rejected it.

"Marie, what are you doing? I have to get home."

"You will in a second. I got you something." I rushed us to my car unlocking it.

"You didn't have to get me anything." He said.

"Michael, just hush and stand here." I opened my car door and grabbed the gift bag with his gift inside of it. "Here you go. I hope you like it." I smiled handing him his gift.

Michael, opened the gift bag looking inside of it with big eyes. He took out his brand new iPhone 12 Pro Max box.

"No. No." He put it in the bag handing it to me. "Take it back. Or keep it. I can't accept this."

"What am I going to do with it? It already has your old sims card in it and it is activated. Besides, how am I going to text and bug you when we start our projects?"

"My mother will buy me a new phone, Marie this is too much. I can't accept this. I can't give you anything in return." Michael looks so fucking sexy overwhelmed.

"Your mother can save her money because that is your phone and you are keeping it. There is one thing I can think of."

"What? What can I do? Nothing I can do will be able to compare to this." I walked closer to him grabbing the bag sitting it on my car.

I stared right into his big dark brown eyes. You can read everything just by looking in his eyes. I read a lot of emotions and tragedies.

"Kiss me." I finally spoke up.

"What?" Michael asked very surprisingly.

"The one thing that I want from you is to kiss me. I know you want to. I noticed that you have been staring at my lips." I smiled at him.

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to. You are just so beautiful, there's not a part of you, that I don't want to look at."

"You can look all you want to. I find you really handsomely attractive." I wrapped my arms around his neck and he places his hands on my hips.

Bold move Jackson. Bold move.

Those sweet brown eyes stared into mine adoringly as I smiled honestly probably looking like a goofy bitch. "Well.. are you going to kiss me or what Jackson? Am I going to have to do it myse--" Michael stopped me mid-sentence, and kissed me.

I could feel my face heat up as we pulled back from the wonderful kiss that was unfortunately short-lived. I smiled shyly at him. "Well that was rude.. you cut me off!" I exclaimed jokingly as I laughed.

" Well we could redo it again if you'd like.." Michael grinned.

"You're not slick, Michael. I know what you're trying to do."

Michael blushed deeply as I put my hand on his warm hand. "And I'll be happy to do it." I giggled, and we kissed again..