A/N - CONGRATULATIONS! You found my new story! Good for you, because you're gonna enjoy it. This is a re-write if something that I started a while ago, and I really think it's improved. So, read on! And please review! The old version of this was deleted because I never got reviews (maybe it was because I didn't have time to update fast enough...O.o but this second-time-around is different, it's summer and I'm out of school so I have a hell lotta free time), and you don't want that to happen to this one too, right? Right :)

P.S. - If you can, try to listen to the song that's listed jus below this author's note while reading, because it really sets the mood.

Chapter 1

"Circles, we're going in circles, dizzy's all it makes us, we know where it takes us, we've been before. Closer, maybe looking closer, there's more to discover, find out what went wrong without blaming each other. Think that we got more time, when we're falling behind, gotta make up out minds."

-Same Mistakes, One Direction-

James' POV

"You know what, why don't you just like, shut up! No one cares about your stupid comb or your hair or your looks. It's self centered and annoying as hell." Eliza snaps.

Eliza Paige, or Ellie, by what tend to call her, is interesting. And what I mean by interesting is that she's not like any other girls that I know; yeah she looks like a normal person with her regular long, straight, brown hair, slim physique, and perfect smile, but her personality is something that I just can't help but be attracted to.

Only problem is - we're "enemies." Literally, rival each other, hate your guts, death stare when we see each other, enemies. But that just adds to what makes me want her so badly.

"Well MAYBE I care about my looks because this," I framed my face with my hands, "Is gonna someday be on the big screens, or on album covers, or on magazines that EVERYONE will see!" I shot back.

We argue over stupid things. A lot.

"UGH I can't take you anymore!" She stormed off, leaving the half-sized basketball court that we were using for Physical Education; switching courts with some other girl.

I took a basketball from the bin, and made a clean shot from the three-point line; girls blushed and giggled amongst each other, admiring me. I would never date them though, because I liked being single. Being single let me make the girls go crazy, and keep them crazy, all the while without breaking any hearts or being tied down.

The only girl that I ever would date would be Eli-... wait. Never mind.

I shared the same schedule as my best friends, we made sure we picked the same electives for our freshman year of high school, so we would never go a single class without seeing each other. Ha, those guys. They're douches. But you know, they're also my bros.

I saw Carlos fumbling around with a ball, desperately trying to make at least one shot. Logan, being the brains, spent a lot of time thinking about the angles of the basketball, the arch, all that stuff. Just thinking about that made my head hurt. Kendall, actually, was good at basketball, but his heart was given to hockey.

Eliza's POV

'That asshole...why does he have to be so good looking.' I thought to myself. James is everything a girl would be looking for in a boy. He's tall, fit, and is the greatest eye-candy.

And yet I let myself hate him. Why? I'll tell you later.

I sit there thinking about my problems, until the PE coach blows his whistle and tells us to put everything away, then report to our warm-up areas. I catch up to James, hoping to tell him that I was sorry about yelling at him.

But then I freaked, I was frozen and numb. Thoughts rushed and my heart pounded, and as much as I wanted to talk to him, my shy self kept me away. James is such a flirt, and he knows it. He's always pulling his shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face, and he makes sure he pulls it just enough so you can see his perfect abs. Asshole I tell you.

The PE coach dismisses the class and we go change back to our regular clothes. The girls' locker room is nasty, so I make an effort to change as fast as I can. Deodorant, sweat, lotion, and perfumes mixed together is disgusting.

James' POV

I'm the first one changed, and first one out. I take a seat on the bench and wait for the bell to ring, but then I see Eliza walking out of the girls room. She hints a smile at me, I can't help but give a full smile back. She inches closer, acting like I'm not there. I stand up and walk around casually, but I'm stirring inside. I wished I could talk to her, but I always feared her horrible, painful slaps.

Why can't I just speak to her already? I'm the man around here aren't I?

The bell rang, and I caught up with Kendall, Carlos, and Logan. We walked across campus to get to our choir class, but the walk there is in vain. For my case, at least.

"Dude, admit it! I saw you smiling at her, get some!" Carlos said, joking around.

"Carlitos, let me tell you something. Shut up, or else you won't even have the teeth to smile." I said.

"Burn." said Kendall, teasing Carlos.

"You do know that seventy-five percent of males who act defensive or aggressive to a female do so because they want her?" Logan says, in his smarticle dork accent.

"You shut up too, Logan." I said, trying to act tough but all prevails. My friends always know how to make me feel happy.

In choir, new lyric sheets are passed out for us to learn. Choir is normally my favorite class, but...my mind's kinda out of it right now. What rights do Carlos and Logan have to be butting into my business anyway? Never leaving me alone with Eliza...

But what's really bothering me is that they're right. Whatever they think is going on is the truth.

I might actually have feelings for Eliza.

Eliza's POV

I have a horrible habit of dazing off and daydreaming in Algebra, because I hate it. And because of that, I have a C+ in this class. Ugh. The teacher is explaining all this multiplying fractions sort of thing, stuff I learned in 7th grade. Makes me question sometimes, why do we continue school if we just get re-taught?

The class is taking notes, but right now the teacher is lecturing us about stupid triangles. I'm doodling hearts in my notebook, and as badly as I want to put my initials and James' together, I don't. Because that's weakness. That means I'm giving into my feelings, and that's wrong.

Maybe that's a normal side-effect to teenage hormones though; to feel weak. Maybe when you like someone, you become weak to them.

Ha, as if I like somebody...ha, ha-ha. I'm a liar. ...

I remember James, last year, in 8th grade. I remember my best friend Jennifer would just flat out adore him, and it drove me crazy. All she ever wanted to do was talk to him, hang out with him, or talk about him. It was insane, "James this, James that, Oh look it's James, Let's go do something with James..." All her eccentric blabbering pissed me off so much, I took it out on James. I hated his guts, every little thing he did agitated me to death. It got to the point where everyone believed we were mortal enemies. Now that we're all in our freshman year of high-school, I've still kept the play of emotions. I mean, it's not like I can just come back to school and suddenly be like, 'Hey James guess what I like you now!" because that is craziness. And since middle school, he's hit that point in time where boys start looking like men; not puberty or anything, but that time where they start maturing in their personality rather than being jerk-faces. They're still perverts though

Well, some of them. Not all boys are at that point yet. Definitely not all. They're still perverts too.

The teacher walks around, handing out our worksheets for homework, and tells us to do page 61 in our work books. I shake my head as I write in my planner. Too much work.

My next class is History, with James. We sit right next to each other, in the back. And we always end up being paired up together for projects. In a way, it sucks, and in another way, I like the attention.

It sucks. Everything sucks with him. He's like a type of restriction to me, like, I want him but he's off limits and, I, I just can't have him.

A/N - I think this first chapter is a good start. How about you? What did you think? Updates once a week, Mondays. xoxo, Elle :)