Mark's pov -
           I had stopped writing my dairy a long time back, but somehow I felt if I write about her I'll feel better . I'll feel like myself again, or maybe I would feel repelled something anything other than what I was feeling now.

I did not expect to see her again. The first time I saw her was on the hill. I was pretty much frustrated with my family.

       The wind was blowing and her auburn hair were forming waves with it. Her back was turned to me. Slowly she turned to see the setting sun. The colours of the sun danced on her. She looked beautiful, peaceful. Her eyes were closed and I wanted to hold her and to know their colour. Her rosy lips formed the prettiest smile I had ever seen. I didn't know why I was staring at her. She definitely wasn't from the usual lot that I dated. Most girls that I went out with, were clad in designer's shoes and clothes and makeup. Maybe the sharp contrast had attracted me, at least that's what I tried to tell myself.

       She opened her eyes. I couldn't see their colour. The wind caressed her body and I could see her silhouette beneath the baggy shirt she wore. Why would she hide her perfect figure in those clothes? The girls that I know would go at great lengths to try to have that figure or if they had a feature they would definitely accentuate it. I couldn't tear my eyes away, she sat gently on the grass deep in thought. I wanted to know what was going on in her head. She made me curious.

          Tears started to flow from her eyes but she looked content. I resisted the urge to go and wipe them off her pretty face. I was surprised at myself. It's not who I am. I never felt this. This need to care This urge to make her smile again. I guess I found her vulnerable but then Mark Mason didn't care. I had long gone forgotten my troubles. She sat watching the sun and I sat watching her.

           I didn't realize what time it was, I must have made a sound and she was startled. I took a step ahead but she stepped back and started walking down. It was late so I too walked back.
She started walking faster and I couldn't help but smile. She was the first girl to walk away from me. I wanted to charm her so that I would know she was nothing special, nothing even considerable, I had seen so many girls prettier than her sexier than her.

          She stumbled and fell. I ran and helped her. She looked at me and reluctantly took my hand and said thanks just like that I was dismissed. Now I was irritated, no one just dismissed me like that, no twirling of hair, no fluttering eyelashes not even a proper look. I was used to girls falling in my arms. I was rude, I know I was. But she instead of staying quiet surprised me by being sarcastic.
We walked and she had fallen again I couldn't help but laugh, how can a person be so clumsy. This time though it was more than a spat. I could see the fire in her eyes. The eyes that were like melted chocolate yet which sparked when provoked. She had fallen badly yet instead of being the damsel in distress she acted strong. She wasn't even aware that she was bleeding!! She had lost her keys and I gave her a ride. That girl hardly 5 foot tall had attempted to go against four grown up men. I could have fought with them, but I was not sure if I should involve her too. Especially when she was injured. I continued to insult her and she never lost that fire in her eyes. It was as if she would kill me if she could. Never in my life had I received such a reaction from a girl.
I was feeling different, I wanted to know her more, this feeling was scaring me so I did what I do the best. Be a prick. And it worked we ended on a bad note, I was sure I was never going to see her again, and I would soon forget about her.

         How wrong I was, she had intrigued me, something that I realized I never felt with someone. Why was I interested, because she behaved in such an opposite way but there was something else something that I couldn't lay a finger on.
I was angry the next time we met. She looked even more pretty today, she had hideous spectacles on that didn't do justice to her beautiful eyes. Her long legs had bandages on them. She had fucking jumped in front of my car. To do what, to save a bunch of puppies. I was terribly angry, I mean who in their senses would do that. Granted I would feel sorry if I had hurt any of them but then her life was much more precious. I don't know if she was doing this purposely but I no way would she have known where I was going. I won't be attracted by her, not by an ordinary girl but then she wasn't ordinary that I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her.

        She was so self-righteous and she was brave, yet she was warm hearted when everyone was quiet she saved that nitwit. She fucking lifted Derek and punched him. That was funny. Why am I writing all the good things about her? Isn't the goal to make me repel her. Point one I started listing.
1. She's poor
2. Didn't have a dressing sense
3. Maybe she l is insane ( I mean who would go against Derek like that)
4. She is one of the nitwits so she won't be fun.
5. She dislikes me ( that's supposed to count for something I mean nobody dislikes me ).

         I looked at the list, it was pathetic, this thing wasn't helping. I groaned no matter what I couldn't stop thinking about her. I decided to call Veronica she was begging for my attention and she was sexy, even though she was shallow she would have to do. We went to Dark Temptations. Veronica was all over me and for the first time I didn't seem to mind.

         Then I saw her. She looked hot. Her hair was let down and she lad light makeup on. The shirt and skirt both fitted her perfectly. She had an hourglass figure. I saw that many men had eyes on her but she didn't notice. Veronica saw me looking at her and called her. Even though in uniform she seemed to have the spotlight on her fading the other girls. Veronica kissed me and I kissed her back anything to get my mind off.

          I sensed that Veronica wasn't going to let her off. When she brought the tray of water, I smiled genuinely. This girl had a sense of humor. Then she had the guts to call Veronica stupid in French. I wanted to scold Veronica when she made her lift the money she stamped on, its nothing to be proud of but I didn't I wanted to see what she would do but she remained silent. I noticed Noah ogling her. It made me angry. And the fact that I was angry made me even more angry. I had to stop behaving like an idiot. Something had to be done about her. I wanted to get her out no matter how and I knew just what I was going to do. After all MARK MASON DID NOT CARE.