Ok, so this is my first fanfiction EVER! I really was reluctant to write this but my friend has published her own and has persuaded me to publish my own. Hers is a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover. But mine is an Alex Rider fan fiction. I really hope you guys like it and leave comments on how you want the story to go. I'm going to publish the first chapter and if you guys think I should continue…then I will. Soooo….here goes nothing!

"Madison, do it!" shouted Michelle. "You may be holding onto nothing. You'll never know until you tell him."

I was sitting in the cafeteria, listening to my best friend yelling at me to tell my crush I liked him.

"Ok!" I yelled back eventually. "I'll do it, just don't follow me when I go."

I got up and walked over to where he was sitting. All his friends looked up at me. "Michael, can I talk to you?" I asked.

He looked up and it happened, like it did every time. The way he looked at me with his big hazel eyes… everything about him, the way he spiked his brown hair, the way he acted all shy…it made me choke on my words.

"Sure," he smiled and got up. We walked over to an empty table. "What ya wanna tell me?"

"Ummm…well…" I could feel heat flooding my face. I guess he noticed because he smiled slightly, and that just made me blush further.

"I'm not gunna laugh, you can tell me whatever."

"Well…" I looked down at my dirt covered shoes. My heart was beating so loud that I was sure he could hear it.

"Weeell?" he gave another encouraging smile. "Look Michael, I've liked you since last year and you're all I can think about." I rushed the words out and looked away.

He looked so embarrassed. "Maddie, you're… you're nice an all, but…I just don't like that way." Of course he didn't. "Look, I'm sorry," he ended lamely.

I could feel hot tears stinging my eyes, threatening to spill out. I ran as fast as I could to the girls' washroom. I went to the sink and splashed cold water onto my face. Salty tears mixed with the freezing water and landed on the counter.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Of course he didn't like me. The popular guy, like a nobody like Madison? My eyes were puffy and red; my black mascara ran down my face in streaks; my mass of brown hair, once in a ponytail, was now one big tangle. I was a mess.

Just then, Michelle burst in. "Oh sweetie!" she said, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing at my face. She looked at her phone. "We've got to get you pretty before lunch is over in 5 minutes."

Michelle got me in a civilized manner and sent me off to class. I was numb, frozen, but to everyone else, I was a random loser lost in her own world.

"Miss. Simpson," my teacher said, rather dryly. I snapped back into reality. "I don't know what world you're in, but please move your belongings off the chair next to you for Mr. Rider to sit down."

That's when I saw him, with sandy blond hair and the deepest brown eyes, like melted chocolate. He had tanned skin, a well-built body – and he was looking straight at me. He was the guy who turned my life upside down.

I was back. At the place that I despised the most: Blunt's office.

I'd said I was done with them. All of it. No teenage spy or even any techey gadgets. But I was a fool for thinking that I could ever leave. I'm caught right in the middle of MI6's web of lies. I wanted to escape it all and I thought I accomplished it when I went to America to live with Sabina.

There were a few members of Scorpia, who decided to place a bomb in the house. The whole family was killed and '6 brought me back for who knows why.

"Alex," said Mrs. Jones. She unwrapped a peppermint and popped it into her mouth.

I looked at Mr. Blunt as he began to speak. "Alex, it has come to our attention that Scorpia still hasn't been completely demolished, and that means they'll be looking for you." He suddenly stopped and looked at Mrs. Jones. She continued from him in a gentler voice.

"When they find you, they'll kill you, and that means you need to go into hiding, Alex."

"WHAT?!" I shouted, jumping up. "You can't be serious!"

Going into hiding was exactly the opposite of the normal life I wanted!

"We don't joke Alex." Mr. Blunt said. "Out of all people, you should know that well by now."

I looked back at Mrs. Jones. "By 'in hiding', we mean you'll be a normal teenager. You'll be living in a small community in Toronto."

So, a week later, I was in Canada – Toronto, to be precise – and it was my first day at my new school, Riverdale. My home room teacher was called Mr. Martin. I stood in front of the class as he told a girl by the name of Miss. Simpson to move her belongings off a chair.

She lifted her head – and that was when it happened. It was like an electric shock, almost painful. When she met my gaze, my heart stopped. She was just simply beautiful. Not in the hot model sort of way, but in the way that made her look shy, and sweet, and creative. She had long brown hair in a ponytail and big brown eyes. She wore no makeup other than a touch of mascara. Her t-shirt showed a picture of the One Direction logo with a big red 'X' that looked like she'd drawn it there herself.

I walked towards the desk beside her; I tried my best to keep my cool, but it was so difficult – she was right there beside me, and I could feel my heart pounding through my shirt. Little did I know that I was going to have to keep my cool for a loooong time.