Chapter 1
Do you ever feel like you just don't belong? With anyone? With any group of people? You're just too different, too socially awkward, and people just don't get you? I get that feeling a lot, especially at this time of year; it's time for Northolt University's annual clubs and orgs fair. It's my third year here and I have yet to join any of them. I walk around to all the tables each year with every intention of finding just one to join. Every year I've had no luck, sure Quidditch club looks fun, and I would love to volunteer my time at the animal shelter but, honestly, I just don't like people. I end up walking around taking all the free food and walking back to my apartment alone. Every year. But this time something stops me, a boy at the table set up for the local soup kitchen catches my eye. He is beautiful, his white t-shirt clings to his well-defined body, the white seems to emphasize his tan. He must spend a lot of time outside I think to myself. The sun is gleaming off of his blond curls and his eyes are the bluest I've ever seen. My heart skips a beat, I could almost swear he's staring right at me, I blush and divert my eyes. I dare to take one more peek at this gorgeous boy before I reluctantly make my way back to my apartment; he has got the biggest smile on his face as he hands a group of freshman a small loaf of bread and begins to tell them about the soup kitchen. He steals a look at me and his smile grows, but I must have imagined it I tell myself. All the way back to my place I cannot stop thinking about the boy with the bread.