AN: As it says in the summary this is my first FanFic, I read Twilight and it inspired me to write. I appologise if it feels like I have copied Twilight and just changed the names, thats not what I was trying to do. I hope you like it, if you don't I'm sorry but I'm not forcing you to read it, If you do then great, either way it would be really nice to hear what people think so please review.

Enjoy...

It was the start of the new school year and the summer break had not had the effect I thought it would have, I had gone away on holiday with my family for the entire six weeks. We always go on holiday any chance we can get; I live in the most boring place in the world as far as weather is concerned – England. So since we don't get any extremes of weather, just rain, rain and more rain, we make the most of holidays, during the summer we find the sun, and during the winter we find the snow. This summer we had been in LA, America, it had been so hot over there, it was a culture shock to be back with the rain.

I had not had any contact with anyone back home for all of that time. This, I had decided, would be the best way to forget about him. Before the summer I had been so obsessed with Michael it had been almost unhealthy - I had worked out which lessons he had each day and where I could find him every minute that I didn't have to spend in a classroom listening to the teachers mind-numbing lessons, although I spent most of my time in those lessons daydreaming about Michael (this didn't help my end of year test results, but I couldn't stop myself, I am quite smart so I was able to blag it!)

However now that a new year had started, I was still as obsessed if not more than I was before the summer, and everyone had been given a new timetable, it meant I would have to start the process of memorizing where Michael would be all over again. However the timetable change wasn't all bad news, it meant I at least had some lessons with him, four to be exact - four more than last year. But I wondered how long it would take me to remember his timetable this year. When I had started learning his classes last year, I had made a grave mistake in the first week, one that I had promised myself I would not make this time, I had been so intent on his next lesson I had gone to it rather than my own, it had only been when I opened the door to see a teacher I did not recognise that I had realised I was in the wrong place.

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It was the end of break time on Thursday and I walked to my next class trying very hard to spot where Michael was headed. I couldn't see him, and this made me walk even slower to history, it was my first lesson of history this year, and I was not looking forward to it. I hated history; I could never remember the important dates. It was bad enough trying to remember birthdays of people I knew well, so it was near impossible for me to remember the date Henry VII had become king, or when World War I had started! There was only one date I had never forgotten; the day Michael had started at this school, 15th May.

I was barely walking faster than a tortoise when my heart skipped a beat, there was Michael walking just in front of me, I decided I would have to find out where he was headed next and write that down on the moderately blank timetable I had sketched in the 'notes' section at the back of my diary that I was filling with all of Michael's lessons. It was practically empty due to the fact this was only the third day back after the summer holidays – Monday had been a teacher training day, so I had not had enough time to follow him completely. I was contemplating walking right up to him and casually asking him what lesson he had next. But I decided this would not be a good idea, firstly because whenever I saw him my throat dried out as if some one had stolen all the moisture in it and had put a beach ball in the middle of it, secondly because I don't do casual, can't, I seem to be unable of acting casual, but mainly because in the term that he had been here so far I had barely ever said 'hello' to him, surely he would think it very odd if I just walked over to him now and asked him where he was headed as if we actually knew each other.

While I was having this debate in my head I saw him stop suddenly and turn, for a moment I thought he was going to turn a complete 180 and walk back the way he had just come, but he only turned half of what I expected him to and opened the door he was in front of. Without thinking properly, and without looking away from the last place I had seen Michael (this was rather difficult since people were walking between the door and myself), I walked straight to the door and looked at the room number. 328. It was impossible, this couldn't be the same room I was about to have history in, four lessons were surely enough, pushing my luck even, five was definitely pushing it. I checked my time table and sure enough it was history in room 328. My heart gave another jump as I pushed the door open and walked through it. It was a fairly large room with the tables spread out enough to limit the amount of talking between their occupants, the whiteboard was on the opposite wall to the door and all the desks pointed in that direction, so that I could only see the backs of about twenty-five heads. It had posters of famous people in history all over the walls, though I couldn't name any of them, this was another reason I was terrible at history; I could remember people's faces but never their names-teachers were never happy when they asked you who was in the picture and all you were able to say was 'Oh that's thingy who started that war. '

I glanced around the room, not sure if I was searching for a place to sit or for the messy, perfect hair I knew to be Michael's. I spotted an unclaimed chair and decided to head for it before Mr Wire decided to start the lesson. On my way to the chair I decided I had merely imagined Michael walking into this class, I put my bag down next to the leg of the table without looking at who was already sat at it, I decided I would try to be polite to whoever it was.

"Can I sit here?"

"It's a free country" a familiar, yet unknown voice answered.

I decided I would sit down before I looked at who I would probably be copying from for the rest of the school year, and was very glad I did, because I would have been sitting on the floor next to my bag if I had looked before being safely in my seat. I felt my jaw drop as I looked into his amazingly golden eyes; I had never seen them so close before, they were wonderful. I struggled to close my mouth trying to remember to breathe at the same time.

How many times did I have to see him before I could get used to his unfathomable beauty. I decided that I never would be able to get used to it. The fact that he had seemed repulsed by me from the first moment he had started at this school didn't matter, I was still in love with him and nothing could change that. I knew that the majority of the girls in the school had similar feelings to mine but I also knew that none of them could feel as passionately about him as I did. Although they all looked at him in the same way I did they all seemed to be hiding something at the same time, it looked like they were frightened of him. How absurd.

However today he did not give me the usual glare, instead he pulled the corner of his mouth up into a half smile. Wow.

"Hello," He said in his perfect voice, through his perfect lips. Was there anything about him that wasn't perfect?

"Umm, hi," my voice was more high pitched than usual, and he seemed to find it very entertaining, his half smile turned into a full one.

"You're Lydia, aren't you?"

How the hell did he know my name? I completely lost control of my voice then, so I simply nodded and felt like an absolute idiot.

"I'm Michael,"

I finally found my voice. "I know" even quieter and higher pitched than before, "How did you..."

But before I could finish the question Mr. Wire had started the introduction to history speech that he gave to his class at the start of each year. Explaining what was and was not acceptable in his class. I turned to look at the front of the class. Although I had heard this exact speech at least three times already. (I had been in his history class for four years in a row now, so he knew not to expect too much from me, after all I was 'impossible to teach' he had told my parents that after knowing my for merely a month- this was another reason I didn't like history) I tried to concentrate on what he was saying and not worry about the fact that Michael knew my name, or that I was going to sit next to him from now on in history.

Finally Mr. Wire's speech came to an end, "So if you can follow my rules and get all work in by the date it is due, I am sure we can all get along very well this year." He handed out the text books we would be using this term, encouraged us to familiarise ourselves with them and then took his seat at the front of the class and looked through his lesson plans. I grabbed the text book that was sitting on the desk in front of me and concentrated on the front cover. Oh wonderful, we were going to be learning about World War II. I heard a chuckle next to me, and turned to see who it had come from, even though I knew exactly who it was.

"Not too keen on World War II?"

Had my face been that obvious? I lost my voice again, I shook my head.

"Too many people killing each other, the First one wasn't as bad."

What a strange thing to say, "Actually, I don't like history at all, too many dates and names to remember, I'm not very good at it."

"Oh, I quite enjoy it, mind you I am fairly good at remembering dates and names."

"Yes, I'd noticed." I paused, wondering if the question would sound silly, I decided it probably would but I had to ask anyway, "How do you know my name?"

He smiled again, "Probably the same way you know mine."

Ha ha, that was doubtful, but I could hardly tell him that 'the only reason I know your name is because I am fixated with you and I have been ever since you first started at this school.' Yeh that would be a very good conversation starter! So I just shrugged. "Maybe," I said in what I hoped was a casual way.

"You're not very talkative are you?"

"Well, I don't really want to get told off," I nodded my head towards Mr. Wire, "He's always looking for an excuse to penalise me, this is the fourth year I've been in his class, and we don't get on very well."

"Lydia," he laughed, wow, it was so amazing to hear my name coming from his mouth. "The majority of the class is having some sort of discussion!"

"All the more reason for him to single me out. If the rest of the class hear him start at me, they'll get the hint that he doesn't take things lightly."

Just then the bell for the end of the lesson went. It made me jump off my chair. He found that very funny.

"Scared of the bell?"

"No, I just didn't realise it was the end of the lesson, it made me jump."

He looked at me for a moment, he didn't have any expression on his face so I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but it was probably something like 'oh god she is crazy. I'm going to have to find somewhere else to sit in this class.'

"What have you got next?" I asked when I finally plucked up the courage.

This time he did look at me like I was crazy.

"It's lunch next"

Darn it! Talk about making an idiot out of myself in one easy step. He definitely wouldn't want to be around me now! I felt myself going red in my cheeks. I threw my history book into my bag and stood up. At least I would have stood up, if the strap of my bag hadn't been caught around my foot, instead I flew head first towards the desk next to me, which was luckily empty. I closed my eyes waiting for the collision with the table. Nothing happened. I noticed that I was standing up straight. That was odd I was sure I was about to smash into the desk. I felt something around my waist. I opened my eyes to see what had saved me from the table, or rather, who. I blinked and found myself face to face with Michael. I looked into his eyes, they seemed to have changed colour, they weren't the golden that they had been when I was talking to him, they were dark brown, almost black. He wasn't moving, just standing there like a statue, it didn't even look like he was breathing, but that was just silly, of course he had to breathe. I stood there less than an inch away from him for what felt like hours, yet when he suddenly jumped backwards, it hadn't seemed long enough.

"Are you ok?"

I tried to say something, but before I had managed a coherent sentence he had rushed out of the classroom faster than I thought possible.

I stood in the classroom for a while longer while I tried to process what had just happened, I looked around and suddenly realised the room was empty. No one to ask what had happened. The last thing I could remember was heading for the desk, then I had closed my eyes, I was starting to wish I hadn't. How had Michael got around the table to me so fast? How had I not heard him move? Had his eyes really changed colour? Why had it felt so strange to have his arm around me? Why did it seem like he wasn't breathing? I couldn't answer any of them, so I decided I would have to ask Michael himself.

By the time I got to lunch the whole school were already in the café eating, I really didn't feel hungry so I just got a cheese roll and went over to the table I always sat at with my friends. They were deep in conversation about how their mornings had been when I sat down so none of them noticed me. I didn't mind this; I needed some time to think, even though I hadn't managed to work anything out on the long walk from history.

"Didn't he Lydia?"

Hearing Kelly say my name brought me out of my thoughts. She was staring at me with a look of confusion on her face.

"Lydia, are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

"Yeh, I'm ok, just feeling a bit sick." This wasn't a lie, since the near accident at the end of history I had felt sick. I think it had something to do with my balance, It had all happened so fast one second I was sure I had been horizontal heading for the table, the next I was standing up straight with my feet firmly on the ground.

"Do you need to go home? You're as white as a sheet."

I thought about this for a moment, I might be able to do some thinking if I went home, both my parents would still be at work. Plus I had P.E. next, definitely could do with getting out of that.

"Lydia?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you want to go home? I could take you to the office?"

"Umm, Yes please"

Kelly got up out of her chair and came around to my side of the table, picked up my bag for me and put her hand out to help me up.

We walked to the office practically in silence, with Kelly carrying both our bags on one shoulder and me leaning on her other one. We got to the office and Kelly stood behind me while I leaned on the reception desk and explained to the secretary that I felt sick and needed to go home, it didn't take much acting, I was looking even worse than I had in the café and the secretary was more than happy to call my mum to ask her to pick me up, it took a little more persuading to get her to let me walk home.

"My mum works, her boss won't be happy if she has to take time off to pick me up," this wasn't strictly true, my mum was self employed "Anyway I think the walk would do me good, my house is only down the road and I could do with some fresh air"

Eventually she let me go. I got my coat on and started home. It was raining, that didn't surprise me. I wasn't fond of the rain most of the time, but now it felt quite nice to have it splashing on my face, it was refreshing. The walk didn't take more than ten minutes, it usually took Kelly and me half an hour to walk home from school (we lived on the same street) but I was walking especially fast.

When I got home, as I expected, it was empty. I decided to play up the whole being ill façade; I got myself a hot water bottle, and went to bed. One o'clock, my parents wouldn't be home until at least five, which gave me four hours to do whatever I wanted. I was lying on the cover of my bed thinking about everything that had happened that day, and about what I was going to do tomorrow, and I fell asleep.

Next thing I heard was a car pulling up outside the house, I only had to sit up to look out the window so I decided to see if it was my parents home. As I sat up my head started to spin, I lay back on the pillow for a moment and tried to stop the room from rotating around me. As I was lying there I heard the front door open, that answered my question without me having to move again. I heard my mum say something to my dad about my bag being in the hall but couldn't concentrate on exactly what was being said. Then the phone rang and my dad answered it. My mum came up the stairs and knocked on my door.

"Lydia, are you in there?"

"Yeh."

"Can I come in?"

"Sure,"

She opened the door and looked at me sprawled out on my bed, I hadn't changed out of my uniform, and I was only half covered by the duvet so she could tell I had been in bed since I got home.

"Are you alright? You're as white as a sheet!"

"You're the second person to say that today, I had to come home early from school because I was feeling a bit sick, but I'm feeling better now," I wasn't feeling any better in fact I was feeling a lot worse but I didn't want her to worry about me.

"Are you sure? I don't want to leave you like this."

Leave me? "What do you mean?"

"Don't you remember? Your father and I are going out for a meal this evening, for our anniversary." It was only then I realised she was all dressed up, something my mum doesn't do often. She prefers to wear jeans and t-shirts all the time, I'm like her in that way, I never feel right when I have to dress up and go out somewhere.

"Oh, right, yeah. I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, you go and have fun, I'll see you later."

She came over and sat on the edge of my bed. She put her hand out and checked my forehead. "You're burning up, maybe I should stay so there is someone here for you if you feel bad again."

"Mum I'll be fine, you go and enjoy yourself, if I feel bad I'll call Kelly."

We went on like that for about ten minutes until my dad convinced my mum that I'd be ok, and I'd promised that I'd call Kelly if I felt any worse. I got changed into my pyjamas when they left and fell asleep before they had reached the end of the street. I didn't wake again that night.

I hope you liked it, let me know what you think. If I get a good response to this chapter then i will put another up. Thankyou.