MICHELLE
SEPTEMBER 2ND, 2004

SCHOOL WASN'T AS BAD AS I HAD EXPECTED. I mainly kept to myself, avoiding the groups of giggling teenage girls and wrestling teenage boys (which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be). I wasn't in the mood to figure out the drama that circulated every member of the students so I decided that I would hold off on making friends until I was settled in.

But apparently the universe had other plans for me.

It was the second day of school, at exactly 12:53, and I had just managed to shove all my belongings into my locker so that I could go to lunch and finally eat something. I pulled my jacket off my waist, slid my arms through each sleeve, and began to spin away from my locker, using my elbow to close it. I took two steps away from my locker, merging into the tragic, when bam! wall.

I wanted to jump off the roof of the school. It had to be my luck that made me run into a wall on my second day of school in front of like 90 people (I might be exaggerating the number).

I could only imagine how many people were probably already laughing at me.

I didn't think I could be anymore embarrassed than I already was, but then the wall spoke.

"Oh shit" only the owner of the voice was clearly Irish, I could hear their accent even with just two words. The words sounded funny mixed with the accent, I don't know why, it just did. It probably would have made me laugh if it weren't for the fact that I had nearly ran over this person.

"Shit" I echoed, catching myself by grabbing onto their arms.

I don't understand how things had gone so wrong so fast. I had managed to go to school in America for around twelve years without making a complete fool of myself, but two days into school over here and I was becoming the embarrassment of the fifth year.

Once again, just my luck.

I looked up, meeting the person—the guy's eyes. I'm a tall person (reaching up to 5'9" when I'm standing straight), usually that works in my favor, but right now I felt like I was cursed because the first thing my eyes landed on were his lips.

I nearly went cross eyed as I pulled my face as far away as I could. I would've stepped back too, but the lower half of my body was locked in place by a pair of hands on my hips.

I was so screwed.

I will never live this down.

My school life is ruined.

This boy was beautiful—actually beyond beautiful. I don't even have a word that I feel could perfectly describe how beautiful he was. He looked like an angel. Blond hair, silvery-grey eyes, tall, and very clearly ripped even though he was wearing a jacket.

He was literally model worthy.

Which probably meant that he wasn't some random kid nobody knew. He likely had friends, which meant he had people he could tell this story to. You know, the story of how some lousy, good-for-nothing, dumb, American tried to run him over on his way to lunch. They would probably laugh about it, then tell their girlfriends, who would tell all their friends, then their friends would tell their other friends, and before I knew it everyone would hate me for trying to kill the angel boy.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled, practically in a complete daze because of the way his eyes sparkled. We weren't even outside, yet his eyes were lit up the way a little girl's would be if she got a Barbie doll house for Christmas (I speak from experience).

His eyes flickered down to my lips and I felt my stomach do a backflip "It's alright, beautiful. You're forgiven." He smirked.

I wanted to jump off a cliff.

Did he just call me beautiful? This gorgeous angel version of a man, just smiled at me and called me beautiful.

Was this heaven?

Am I hallucinating?

He was the beautiful one, not me. I'm the lousy, good-for-nothing, dumb, American that tried to run him over on his way to lunch.

This is sooo bad. Second day and I'm already head over heels for a boy I've known for maybe a minute.

A beautiful boy I've known for maybe a minute.

I wanted to kiss him. I know that seems bad because we just met and I don't even know his name, but his face was just so kiss-worthy.

Our eyes seemed to drill into each others and neither of us moved. I wasn't sure if it was because we both wanted to stay in this moment forever or we were both waiting for the other to make the next move.

"Jaysus, you two gonna stare into each others eyes all day or can we get a move on to lunch." The boy beside him asked.

Boy beside him?

Shit! There was a boy beside him!

My mind found its way back into reality and I immediately pulled myself away, finally freeing myself of his hands. Trying to ignore the cold feeling that spread across my skin now that he was no longer touching it. "I should—you know, just gotta." I cleared my throat, taking a few awkward steps backwards. I didn't know what to say, so I went with "Lunch! I gotta go to Lunch." I nodded, once again very awkwardly, and for some reason I practically yelled it. Then I spun on my feet and practically ran down the hallway before they got the chance to mock me.

Oh my God.

AUTHOR TALKS!!
I get so awkward while writing fanfics with a male love interest. I don't know why.

Downloaded the kindle app just so I could write this book.

Just fyi, this is not love at first sight. She just thinks he's literally gorgeous (he is). She is not in love with him already.