A/N Hello everybody! This idea came to me a long time ago but I've never found the right fanfic, so I've decided to write one :) I apologize for any mistakes, English is not my first language and sometimes I tend to get a bit lost :) This chapter is really short, but I didn't have much time to write more and I wanted to publish it before going to sleep. Enjoy!
John blinked aggressively, trying to focus on his textbook. The teacher kept babbling for almost an hour but he knew all of the things she was saying, so he started reading some subject three units ahead. Of course he could just sleep on his desk or never show up at all, but he was John Smith, the John Smith. Every teacher knew how smart he was, how intelligent, and he had to live up to the standards he didn't even create. He was a geek, sure, and he took pleasure in sciency things, but that didn't mean he was a goddamn Einstein. Besides, he figured if he was the next Albert, every kid in his school would know his name, and that was as far from the truth as it could be. Teachers' pet, he was invisible among the students, who took interest in him only to ask him for a favor or laugh at something he's done.
The school bell rang, interrupting John's thinking. He slowly stood up and collecting his bag from the floor, started packing his things. He was the last one to leave the classroom and of course nobody waited for him. He was about to go and hide in his corner of the canteen and do some more reading, but he heard some uproar at the end of the hallway. John slowly turned his back, glancing at the crime scene and feeling disappointed. Nothing happened, no idiot punched his idiotic friend, no girls tried to pull each other's hair out. It was just a small crowd centered around something and laughing. They all stood very close to each other and he couldn't figure out what was in the middle. He sighed quietly, interested what is it, but he thought it's definitely not meant for his eyes. He was about to walk away when one of the guys took a few steps back, bending and laughing and he saw what brought the little prayer circle together. Or, more accurately, who did it.
It felt like being punched in the stomach and his head at the same time. He widened his eyes looking at the most beautiful, lovely thing he's ever saw. A small, petite brunette smiled, showing her dimples and gripped the book she was holding. Janice, one of the most popular girls in school said something to her and she shook her head replying, what caused another wave of laughter. She patted the god of partying, Luke, on the arm because it was as high as she could get without it looking weird. Then the girl got past some people blocking her way and started walking towards terrified John, the radiant smile still on her face. KEEP IT COOL his brain told him, but he stood in the middle of the hallway frozen, with a confused look on his face. She walked next to him, not even acknowledging his existence.
- Good. – he said to himself a few second later, exhaling – Still invisible.
And with strange mix of relief and pain he turned around and started heading to the canteen.
