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I scowled darkly out of the windows of the train as it speeded through the rainy, thundering night. I was not looking forward to going to this new school. I'd moved around too much for my own liking, even going through five different schools in the past two years. I liked to think that I was good at settling in, although I'd stayed terribly emotionless and detached to the other pupils in my class. I expected this new school to be the same.

Suddenly, the glass-paneled door to my carriage slid open quietly, and a boy with tousled, honey-blonde hair walked in. The first thing I noticed was the topaz orbs that were his eyes, glistening in the semi-darkness of the train carriage.

'Is there anybody else sitting in here?' he asked in a perfectly courteous British accent. It sounded as if his throat was coated with honey, much like his carelessly tousled hair.

My mouth fell open as I was too busy staring at his beautiful eyes, but I managed to collect myself in time. I attempted to adjust my hair modestly, although I was silently cursing myself for not brushing it properly and putting it in my usual French braid.

'Of course not!' I said a little too quickly. I got up and headed to help him with his suitcase, but I almost tripped over my feet in the process. I hated this part of myself—I was always so clumsy with everything that it really frustrated me. If only I could stop tripping over myself!

Just as I contemplated this thought, I actually tripped over and groaned. 'Oof,' I said. It felt like something was stabbing me in the chest; it felt like the beginning of a panic attack. I wanted to cry because it felt as though I'd blown my only chance to talk to this beautiful person—what if he never, ever wanted to speak to me again?

Suddenly, I felt a rustling beside me and the boy knelt down glanced at me with an intensity that surprised me. 'Here,' he whispered beside my ear, making my loose hair tickle the side of my face, 'here, let me help you.'

Shocked, all I could do was touch his hand, and I registered how cold and clammy he was—perhaps he was as scared of this situation, of this static shock of electricity coursing between us. I could practically feel its currents sizzling in the darkened carriage.

Slowly, he pulled me up until my face was inches from his, and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I didn't know why he was so close, because no guy had ever touched me and been this close to me before. I was so plain and boring with my brown hair and brown eyes, who would want to be with me?

We inched forwards towards each other and I watched his plump lips coming closer. They were slightly pale but still rosy and beautiful-looking, and for a second, I leaned forward until…

The train carriage door slid open and a very pretty blonde girl came in. 'Oh, sorry!' she gasped. 'Cedric, I'm so sorry! Am I disturbing something?'

We broke apart and my cheeks flamed red. I was silently cursing the girl for breaking this moment between me and this boy—he was called Cedric, wasn't he? That was such a beautiful name, meaning 'kindly and loved'. I could certainly be kind to him and love him.

But the moment was gone and I hadn't seized it. I dropped back onto the seat, and we were silent once more as I watched the raindrops streaking past the windows of the train carriage.

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