Hey everyone. I don't know really know what I'm doing. Please just read and tell me what you think! I intended the main character to be Calypso, but you can change that to yourself if you want;)

I really did not want to watch this movie. As soon as Mr Johnston had mentioned that for the rest of the double period we would be watching The Fault in Our Stars, I had groaned and hit my head on the desk. Everyone else was cheering. Normally I wouldn't mind, just why did it have to be THAT movie? To make matters worse, everyone got to see my break down. To make matters even WORSE, that particular break down was seven minutes into the movie. I remembered the last time I had watched it. I had lasted about ten minutes, then just kept going, right through to the end. About five minutes after it had finished I had had a horrible headache. Mum said it was from dehydration. Everyone had joked about it, teasing me for barely lasting five minutes.

I had been proud of myself for lasting that long.

Seriously, it was like, the saddest movie ever invented. I sighed as everyone began to pack up their books, and I had no choice but to do the same. Stupid English teacher, I thought. Why should we be forced to watch a movie? Especially the one that had a heart-wrenching ending. Who kills off the hottest character known to womankind? What a load of crap. Now everyone would see me cry. I was the tough girl. You know, the sporty girl who could beat the boys in every sport and wasn't afraid of a little rough play. In fact, I thought smugly, normally the boys avoided me, because I was more than a little willing to shoulder-barge them out of my way. I had a reputation to uphold, and how could I do that if I was making my own little river in the floor boards? I needed my two best friends. Unfortunately, we were separated in different classes. They were probably playing pranks on the teacher or something.

As my class pushed past each other to try and get through the skinny doorframe, I hovered behind. I walked up to the teacher's desk and cleared my thought. He looked up through his round Harry-Potter style glasses and seemed to force a smile on his wrinkled face. "What?" he asked. I was well known for giving the teachers a bit of cheek, and old Mr Johnston had been one of my favourite subjects to test out a new prank.

"I just wondered if I could stay here and read the book. I have it in my bag. I mean, books are better than movies anyway; they have much more detail and information. I've already seen the movie. Actually, I watched it a couple of weeks ago, and I don't want to watch it again." I said confidently.

He smiled in triumph. Poor guy, wasn't often he could beat me in an argument. "I'm afraid not. You can't stay here on your own; to be frank I wouldn't trust you with a teaspoon," I glowered at him, "anyway, a movie is not the same as a book, it pulls on different emotional strings, if you know what I mean." He finished. "Now hurry up, you're going to be last in to the library, and you're going to have to sit on the floor again. Alone."

"But sir – "

"No," he said, sounding more and more annoyed. I don't think he realised how critical this situation was. "Get outta here."

I rolled my eyes, and it took all of my effort not to flip him the bird. I turned around and stalked off, not caring about my attitude.

Everyone had far from gone, most likely already at the library. I could basically visualise the seating arrangement in my head. The nerds on the fluffy beanbags in the corner, the pretty girls curling up on the fold-out couch, eyes glued to their phones. The boarder boys would be squashed up together on the window seat, pushing and shoving each other. And then there were the cute couples, sitting on the multiple love seats. Why there are love seats in a library beats me. Snuggled in each other's arms, legs and arms and every other body part touching. In fact, they were probably taking advantage of the teacher-free environment and sucking each other's faces off. It actually looked quite painful. But I wouldn't know. I've been a single pringle for all of my life. I let on that boys are sexist bastards and I hate them, but deep down I've always been jealous of the couples. But I wouldn't be sitting on the beanbags or on the couch, I would sit in the middle of the floor, on my own, where everyone would see me sobbing and making retarded noises that sound like an injured walrus.

I snapped out of my reverie as I entered the library, the cool, air-conditioned air a major change from the sweltering heat. I entered the room where the movie would be watched, and my eyes fell on him. Leo. My crush for six years, and we barely spoke. He was incredibly handsome; tall, muscly, tanned skin, a super sexy voice and short, curly dark brown hair you dreamed of running your fingers through. To top it all of he was extremely cocky. He was Italian you see. Surprisingly, he had never had a girlfriend. He looks like a player, but he was the opposite. He just ignored girls, and girls tended to ignore him. I had no idea how or why, but I wasn't complaining.

I moved to sit down in my usual spot, stressing about this being the last time my reputation would be intact.

"There's room over here."

I knew that voice. It sounded super sexy. My heart was screaming to run over there and plonk down in his lap, but my brain (mind you, it was barely heard over the shrieking of the heart) was telling me a firm no. I had seen to many heartbreaks and tears to lose my resolve at the last second. Anyway, I was going to be sobbing my heart out, I didn't want to be anywhere near him when it happened. Also, that meant I would have to sit to his boarder-buddies. I have a suspicion (supported with sufficient evidence) they have rabies. So the obvious answer was –

"Sure." It was out of my mouth before I could blink. What the freaking hell? I was apparently losing control of my body, because next thing I knew I was walking over.

"Actually, there's not." One of the boys sitting next to Leo said smugly. Leo looked like he was going to say something, but I beat him to it.

"I see plenty of room. " I said sweetly.

"Well, you saw wrong."

I smiled cheekily, knowing I would probably regret this later. I turned around and grabbed a marker off one of the couples drawing little hearts on each other. And before the boy could react I grabbed his hair, holding him in place. Ten seconds later I threw the marker over my shoulder and said, "If you're going to act like a dick head, you may as well dress like one." Then I sat down anyway and grinned like an idiot.

Eventually, after recovering from the shock of finding a newly sprouted genital on his face, he got up and left, and everyone in the class was laughing uncontrollably. Even, I noted happily, Leo was smiling. Only then did I realise how close we was sitting. The teacher walked in and after some swearing and giving everyone a lecture on how technology these days was stupid, blahblahblah. The movie finally started. Through the movie Leo's boarder boy buddies had taken advantage of the extra space created when that ass hole had left, and now I was crammed on both sides, as Leo was against the wall. I had to continually pinch myself in the leg, seeing as my thoughts weren't really on the movie. I held my breath for most of it, trying to delay the tears. Surprisingly, I lasted until about halfway through. Then I felt my eyes get hot, and that horrible feeling in my throat. A minute later, I felt the first tear break through my barrier, rolling down my face. I felt rather than saw Leo look at me, and I hurriedly tried to cover my face.

Tingles shot through my body and I gasped (rather loudly). I looked down and saw two hands clasped together. But whose were they? One was definitely Leo's, but what about the other one? I couldn't be mine. Curious, I squeezed, and then I realised.

Leo Valdez was holding my hand.

I was still staring when he squeezed back. Was this a dare? I looked up at him, but all I saw was sincerity. I faced back to the movie screen. There was something warm around my shoulders. I looked around and there was a FREAKING ARM. I honestly had no idea what to do. Did I tell them to get lost? I looked up and he was staring at me. I made a decision then. I turned back to the movie and before I could actually think about what I was doing, I leant back. He freed his hand that was holding mine and brought it around my front, so that he had both arms wrapped and holding me tight. I know this sounds really cheesy, but I felt so safe. And not the kind of safe when you lie in bed under the blankets. And not the kind of safe when your dad held you. This was so different. I felt daring, and somehow I knew it was already his influence on me. I tilted my head back, and he leaned in. Our lips met, and it wasn't like fireworks exploded. It was more loving, and soft, and gentle. He pulled away and grinned stupidly.

"I've been wanting to do that for six years," he whispered in my ear. It was in those moments I knew I finally meant something to someone.

Okay, so I sort of had a dream about this the other night. Although it wasn't with Leo, it was an actual person. Should I do more of these? I do enjoy writing them. Or if any of you beautiful people would like me to do a short story for you, I would be more than happy. Thanks for reading! Xxx