Just a rondom story i made. Hope you like it.

I stared blankly at the screen. Not really seeing anything that was in front of me.

My thoughts were too absorbed with him.

His hair, his brown hair that hung just past his ears and the way it flowed like an ocean breeze. His eyes, and the way they shone like a thousand diamonds.

His eyes…

Is eyes are what first caught my attention.

They were nearly a light brown, but not quite. With just a hint of gold. I decided on day that the best way to describe them was that they were butterscotch.

Occasionally those butterscotch eyes would flicker in my direction but never long enough for me to know if they paid attention to what they saw.

But still, every time he would cast a quick glance at me, my breath would always get stuck in my thought and I would lose any train of thought I had.

One of my friends, in fact my only friend, Lilly, leaned over and whispered in my ear "Amelie, how funny is this movie?"

"Huh?... Oh, umm yeah." For all I knew we could have been watching a sad war film.

My thoughts were too filled with Jared.

His best friend Kyle said something to him and they both laughed quietly in response.

He looked good when he laughed, although he looked good no matter what he did.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't some obsessed stalker that hid in the bushes and documented everything he did. I just paid attention to things I liked.

I had done it all through my childhood years with plants and animals, but never a person.

No. I had never seen anyone that held my attention like Jared.

We had been in the same class for the past two years, since year 10. Since I first moved to this new school in this new town. I use to live in New York City with my mum, Rachel, my dad, Will and my little brother Coby. But when I was 15 and Coby was just 11, our parents divorced. So Coby stayed with Rachel in New York and I moved to Australia with Dad.

I had always gotten along better with my Dad. Rachel, I very rarely called her mum, had always expected me to be a typical girly girl. I had long brown wavy hair, which I had always wanted to cut but she never let me. Forcing me to dye it blonde instead. She always brought my cloths and always got me short, tight dresses, skirts and shorts. Rachel had liked it but I thought it made me look like I was meant to be in the Playboy Mansion.

So as soon as Dad and I moved to the small town of Melton in Victoria, I dyed my hair back to my original colour and cut it short. I brought a whole new wardrobe of cloths that I thought were appropriate and stoped pretending to be someone I'm not.

Even in all of Rachel's attempts to make me look 'hot', I had never really gotten a lot of male attention.

And the same thing happened here.

I always had a tendency to fade into the background. This was a shame if you wanted someone to notice you.

And how I wished Jared would notice me.

But of course, like everyone else, he never would.

With that last thought still lingering in my mind, I turned my attention to the movie everyone was watching.

I remembered it was 'The Castle' for English and we had to write an essay about how it was uniquely Australian humour.

"This is going straight to the pool room," Their father said. Everyone in the class had a little giggle.

I didn't get it.

Maybe that was the effect of growing up in America. But I think it was mostly because I wasn't listening.

Just then the lights came on and the movie stoped.

My thoughts were still muddled and my eyes a bit blinded from the light, so it took me a second to understand that class was over.

"Hey Lil, what do we have next?" I asked her.

She thought about it for a moment then sighed, "Legal," She said and I suddenly knew why she was sad.

We both hated it.

"Seriously Lee, I don't know why we chose it; I never wanted to do anything to do with law… but I do like…" While she contemplated why we chose to take legal studies, I tuned her out.

As we walked and she talked I noticed how her blonde curls bounced as walked, I'd always liked that. She didn't have platinum blonde hair (like I use to have) instead it was more of a dirty blonde but that suited her. Her hair was longer than mine, going about half way down her back and she was also a bit taller than me, 5'5 while I was only 5'4.

Her blue eyes narrowed as she still tried to figure out why we chose legal, causing creases in her tanned akin.

"…Like did you ever want to be a judge because I always thought…"

"LILLY!" I interrupted

She just shut her mouth and stopped talking. She knew that she babbled a lot but it still never stopped her from doing it.

Then again that's one of the things I loved about her because while she babbled on, I never had to contribute much into our, while really her, conversations. I was never big on long speeches. I was always a better listener.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, to endure our 45 minutes of legal studies.

Lilly was right, I don't know why we chose this subject.

I have written more, but first, let me know what you think

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