Hey guys! I know I have two unfinished stories but I'd just want to try this out, see what others think of this.

This is based on both the book and movie.

I wrote this even with my two toher stories in line because I just love the book, and as well as Alex Pettyfer.

Hope you enjoy!

and tell me what you think through PM or review! =D


Chapter 1

It was similar to my old school: exclusive, flooded with the filthy rich and snobby. But it was so different from Florida, yet I enjoyed the rush of Manhattan life merging with my school life.

I fit in fine here, I was able to socialize with practically everyone, bottom to top, but I didn't belong anywhere. I ate with different people practically every week, and all of them seemed fine with me crashing their groups, because I had something in common with everyone. Love of history, fashion, martial arts, books, all those things.

There are times when you can tell the stereotypes in a school just by the way they look, and whom they hang out with. Kyle Kingsbury fell into the highest point in the social view; Buff, blond, blue-eyed, with a rich father, and the right attitude. I could tell he's just like me. It struck me to see how similar we were, but on my way to changing.

Changing for the better is my goal. I'm a narcissistic snob, I'm aware of that, but once I'm doing something utterly awful, I can't seem to stop myself. I mean, I try to, but I can't seem to put myself to stop.

He was what most girls considered perfect. Golden blond curls, buff, tanned body, and those eyes, ocean blue! But I know what he thinks; I think the same thing as well. We both think that we're better than everyone else, and we keep it that way.

I walk towards his locker, his friend, Tyler, had just walked away in a fit of laughter.

"When are we going to work on our Science project? Still have a lot to do," I say, leaning on the lockers next to his.

He looks up, or actually, he looks down from his locker and looks at me, he was much taller than me.

"Later, you could come over. We can but the things we need after school then go over to my place. That cool with you?" he says, looking straight into my black and brown eyes, one of my insecurities. I hated my eyes. They were a bit too small, and my eyes weren't the type of brown that was close to nice. They were a shade of maroon, weird and all that. And they weren't even the same size, my left one was smaller, and it showed extremely in photographs. His extremely blue and unique eyes penetrate through mine. I look down, eye-level, and I'm faced with his neck, lips, and chest.

I look back up after a second or two, "Yeah, that's fine," I say, and we both walk to our Biology class, completely silent.