If I said I didn't Love you

Chapter 01

If I said I didn't believe in love, well, I would have lied. Of course I believe in it. Love lingers everywhere you go, or, at least, it should. However, born under the star sign Sagittarius, more intelligent than attractive, I would have to say my love life was always unlucky. Entering the 9th grade changed my perspective on everything.

"Great. Another year of school, another year of loneliness. It's the same old, same old for me."

My mind set had been very narrow. After I left Elementary school, I was unaware of the world around me. They say ignorance is bliss. Well, one thing was for sure. I was quite ignorant. Completing grades 6-8 seemed like a nightmare never concluding. In those gruesome 2 years, I learned more feelings of hatred and disgust, rather than enjoy my remaining years as a "child." My best friend became my iPod and my video game systems. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be wanted.

"Bye! Have a great day!"

Forced from the safety of mom's ancient Malibu, I plodded inside my new destination. Gripping my iPod in one hand, the my backpack's strap in the other, I drove myself up the concrete stairs and situated myself on a broken wooden bench. Students was malingering around the right end of the entrance, evidently about how each other's summer had went and what the did. I opened my mouth to sigh, but I couldn't find the inspiration to even do that. So, I did what every intelligent 14 year old girl would do. I sat there on the bench, playing Solitaire. Once I realized I wasn't gifted at such a complex game, I quit the process and went back to my music. Inside my head, I tried to make sense of what the Japanese singers were screaming out to me, but nothing came to my mind. I mouthed the lyrics like I always did, never bold enough to sing aloud.

Creeeeak.

Before I could finish an actual decent song, I noticed the student population descending. Of course, it didn't take me long to figure out why so many kids were headed into the building. School wasn't in session, but the lunch ladies serving break fast.

"It's not like I'm going to be eating anything anyways.."

From what I could remember, and my memory never has failed me, I didn't take too much of a liking to school food. It wasn't the face that it could have been spitted in, accidentally dropped on the floor, or hairs scattered around inside of it, it was the fact my parents never bothered giving me any money. Unless we actually had cash on hand with us (which was never), I could weasel my way into getting about 1.50. Almost hoping there was something there, I checked my pockets.

"What a surprise."

My original accusation was correct. There wasn't a cent to be found in my pockets. For some reason, I couldn't help but frown. The fact that I was dirt broke didn't bother, it was the fact I was always dirt poor. As I slid my feet across the floor, I looked for a vacant table. Much to my surprise, there wasn't one. Still, I continued swimming through the crowd of kids until I spotted an empty seat. With my hopes high, I approached the circular piece of plastic. With my luck, always being as ruthless as a starved tiger, the seat was occupied before my very eyes.

"Sorry!" Chimed a female girl.

"That's fine." I managed to whisper.

Annoyed and aggravated, I surveyed the cafeteria one last time. Not a single seat was left vacant. That's how it is when your school is forced into becoming a "No Child Left Behind" playground. Taking my things elsewhere, I found an open spot on the floor. Above me, multifarious banners proclaiming my high school's victories and social events taunted me. Like I was ever going to try out to be this, or join a club to do that. School, for me, was just a jail for uninformed children. Pulling out my green lead pencil from the pervious year, I began to write on the floor. My smile began to widen as I entertained myself with obscenities towards a certain clique or a certain person. One thing I did learn in my years in Junior High was having a vivid imagination comes in handy with a colorful vocabulary. I continued to attack and insult a person I detested as others conversed and socialized. This was me. I was Dara Steele, 14 year old knock-off of a typical protagonist. Or so, I imagined myself to be.

I continued to stare at the floor I worked so effortlessly to taint, but soon became bored of its contents. Gathering my things once again, I decided to leave the cafeteria and make use of the gym. Lifting myself up, I began to wander around aimlessly. The cafeteria was still a sea of kids, and I was still the only fish who couldn't swim. As I passed the soda machines, I found myself up against something bulky. Head strong as I was, I attempted to move whatever was in my way, but my efforts were rendered useless. In fact, I managed to worsen the situation. Next thing I knew, my body was pressed against a lanky figure, struggling to get back up.

"OHHH! Looks like someone is already trying to get some on the first day! Freshmen are so desperate."

Get some..? Get what? It took me a minute to fix together the pieces of the puzzle. Feeling my face flood with color, I removed myself from the body. It still remained, laying upright and not moving. I felt my face grow hotter as I got a decent look at who it was.

The student was obviously an upper classman. His skin was not comparable to mine, for it was almost flawless. The hair attached to the head was bleach blonde, tied impressively into a pony tail. Both his ears were pierced with blue hoop earrings. His body was perfect. He was perfect.

"I'm so sorry!" I managed to sputter.

"It's fine." He replied to me, a hint of aggravation in his voice.

Uh oh. This wasn't good. The first time I ever meet an attractive male, I end up on top of him as if I was some whore doing her profession. This wasn't what I had intended on, and certainly felt ashamed for my clumsiness.

"Here let me help you--"

"I've got it, thanks."

My knight lifted himself up, grabbed his belongings, and began to head away from me. I wanted to savor the moment, so I dug deep within myself for some courage. I managed to strike a little gold, but not enough to be sufficient.

"Wha-What is your name?" I spat.

He turned around. His blue eyes stared back into mine, almost burning my soul with his glare. I felt my body begin to shrink to a mere crumb as he glared at me.

"My name? It's Hiro. Now I have to go. Bye."

Without giving me a chance to introduce myself, he walked away. My heart began to race as I watched him depart from me. His legs moved in such perfect sync with his body. He took such meager strides, but he managed to get farther down the hall before I even could yell good bye. My mind, however, did not cease to wonder. Being a teenage girl, I had thoughts about the opposite sex tremendously. I couldn't be blamed for any thoughts of perversion. This student excited my inner sex. What could I say? That I was raised by the media? Before he had left, I couldn't help but notice his attractive male figure, and his well crafted lower back.

"So his name is Hiro huh.."

As I began to contemplate on the subject and of the person involved with the subject, my ears were filled with an unfamiliar noise. Before I could find out what it actually was, students began to charge towards me, devouring the space with their contents. I managed to place myself within the mass of animals, and wandered around with them. Although it took me walking around with a bunch of unruly teenagers, I figured out what the noise was. This was the bell. My Junior High did not have one of those. I was going to have to get used to it. This "bell" was what my schedule depended on. My whole school day depended on. Of course, my mind wasn't in tact. It was more focused on a certain boy and those certain feelings I was beginning to develop.