AN: This is my first ever story so please be nice and try to review. I didn't really know what to call this story and so the title means exactly what it says 'She (being me) Just Doesn't Know It Yet' (this also applies to my pen name) xxx

Chapter 1

She walked down the hall keeping herself to herself; her nose in a book, avoiding the people in her way without even a small glance up as if it was as easy to her as breathing. She came to a sudden halt lifting her burdening bag to her shoulder once again and then with an expression of disgust at the couple in front of her devouring each other she was absorbed into her book again.

That one glance was enough for him to stop paying attention to the people around him. He stared at her, his eyes filled with avid curiosity and admiration. The corners of his mouth tugged a little at her clearly disgusted face; her nose wrinkled and her brow furrowed. Once her head was in her book again he felt his smile disappear and willed her to look up again just so he could see those piercing blue eyes again.

He continued staring and she continued walking.

She could feel the eyes on her as she walked and she tried to absorb the information that her mouth was dictating but she felt at unease, uncomfortable. She was used to the constant prying eyes and the gossip and she'd learnt to live with it and now she barely noticed. They felt different, not the same judgemental or pitying ones of the others but something different. They made her feel different.

He could see she was tensing up under his stare but he couldn't pull his eyes from her. She looked up and stared back at him as intensely as he was staring at her, their eyes locked; her eyes now filled with the same curiosity as his. The loud reverberation of the bell interrupted their gaze as they both came to terms with their apparent surrounding they began to walk their separate ways.

She dropped to the ground behind the lockers with a sigh; her eyes closed as she attempted to restore the rapid beating of her heart to its normal dull rhythm. After what seemed like a life time she took control of herself and silently cursed, shit! She was late for her first class on her very first day. She slowly dragged herself up and walked towards her class still feeling at unease turning back to look if he was still there.

He walked into the room and slowly walked to the back of the room and slumped into the chair oblivious to the teacher's evident wrath. He didn't want be here. He wished he could get out of here; he was certain to see her again and he wasn't sure what might happen the next time his eyes rested upon her.

The rest of the day passed slowly without another chance encounter.

She walked out of the building taking gratification in the fresh air that hit her pale face once she stepped pass the large doors as she walked to the front gates she could slightly grasp the conversation that was going on behind her.

He saw her turn around and look to where he was standing, a strand of her auburn hair cascading onto her fair skinned face; and as swift as she been to turn and face him she turned herself away. He had known she was in front of him as soon as he left the building but he had purposefully kept his head lowered to the ground so he wasn't tempted to stare at her. He knew she had felt uncomfortable when he had been staring at her in the morning and the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable again so he had managed to control his eyes and avert his gaze from her.

She saw his face rise to meet hers from its fixed position facing the ground and she spun her head back forward, her heart racing. She removed the displaced strand of hair behind her ear and quickened her pace to an almost run, hoping to create enough distance between them to last a lifetime.

He saw her pace quicken and stopped so that she could create the distance she needed from him. He knew that the sudden sprint would cause her pain if she didn't slow down soon and she would only do that if she wasn't in his sight.

She felt herself smile and feel a slight shiver run down her spine when he stopped. She hadn't needed to turn around and look if he was still walking behind her but the loud thud she heard and the annoyed voice coming from behind her assured her he had.

He smiled knowing that she was aware that he had stopped as her paced decreased slowly. Eventually she was walking so slowly that he knew within a few strides he would be by her side and he was.

She didn't know that subconsciously she had begun walking very slowly and when he reached her side she knew and she didn't understand why but she began walking in pace with him.

They walked, both silent and in their own thoughts.

AN: Pretty please review! 3