Disclaimer: So I don't own BTR, I only own le plot. If I owned those boys…the things I'd do to them…moving on.

This is my first published fic so I would really appreciate reviews. Constructive criticism only please let me know what you think. Much love!

He's looking at you again!

I looked down at the note that had been thrown on my desk with a scowl which I soon directed to its author. My best friend Camille was trying to hide her laughter but was doing a poor job of it. I glanced over my shoulder at the 'he' Camille was referring to. Sure enough, there he was, staring me down with no shame and obviously not caring if he was caught out. He wore that damn smirk on his face, suggestively lifting one eyebrow. Moron. I rolled my eyes and quickly scrawled back a message, tossing it over to Camille's desk when the teacher turned back to the board.

Don't care…

I was still trying to concentrate when the scrunched up paper landed on my notebook again.

Yes you do! How could anyone NOT care? Are you saying that the hottest guy in school is drooling over you like a dog with a bone, for the last two months I might add, you're the envy of every girl in the senior class and you don't care?

Another eye roll.

Yep, pretty much.

Thankfully the bell rang, cutting our silent conversation short. I quickly piled my books into my bag and made my way out to lunch with a still snickering Camille and with a burning sensation that comes with being watched at the back of my head. We made our way to the cafeteria for lunch and got our usual table by the window so we could enjoy the pale sunlight. Sunlight was a real commodity in Minnesota and we took full advantage of it whenever it appeared. We sat down and our silent conversation from our class before started up again.

"Somebody has a crush on Emily!" Camille sang obnoxiously.

I scoffed and took a very unladylike bite of my sandwich. "Whatever! The only reason he's still at it is because he sees me as a challenge. I bet you anything that if I said yes to him today he'd lose all interest in me and move on to some other poor girl." Another unladylike bite; I really must stop talking with my mouth full. "Besides, he'd be slumming it with me compared to his usual fare."

Now it was Camille's turn to scoff. "Bitch, don't make me cut you! How many times do I have to tell you? You – are – gorgeous! I swear I'd kill to have guys stare at me the way they stare at you. Hell, I'd turn gay for you!"

"I still think you're full of shit Camille."

To be fair, I wasn't hideous to look at. Dark brown hair that always has a curl to it (no matter what I do) blue eyes and pale skin with a dusting of freckles over my nose. I suppose the best way to describe my height and weight is average with an 'ample chest', something Camille enjoyed telling me. However, much to Camille's chagrin I didn't put a load of effort and time into my appearance. My hair was never styled, either up in a ponytail or down and curly and I couldn't be bothered with contact lenses so I just wore my black rimmed glasses. I rarely wore make up and didn't exactly dress to impress, opting for a more comfortable style of jeans, t-shirts and Vans. Camille constantly tried to get me to wear dresses and do my hair but I managed to fend her off, only relenting for school dances or parties. I mean, why bother. If I was happy with how I looked then no one else's opinion mattered.

"Don't look now but lover boy is stalking past us."

And there he was again, strutting around like there was music playing but only he could hear it. I knew he was doing it deliberately. His friends were already seated on the opposite side of the cafeteria and there was no need for him to come this way at all. He locked eyes with mine and sent me a flirty wink with a million dollar smile. I maturely responded by sticking my tongue out and looking back down at the table. I chose to ignore the slight heat in my cheeks. I wasn't interested remember?

James Diamond was considered the ultimate catch at Sherwood High School, not only because his mother owned Brooke Diamond Cosmetics and therefore he was incredibly wealthy but because he was 'The Face'. I might not have succumbed to his charms as easily as every other girl but even I had to admit, James was a total hottie. Over six foot tall, ripped like a Greek god (Camille's phrase, not my own), chiselled face with intense hazel eyes. He constantly wore clothes that showed that body off and there had been more than a few occasions where I had (discreetly) stopped and stared. You'd have to be blind not to.

To top this all off James was co-caption of the school hockey team, the only thing second to religion in this place, along with his three best friends Kendall Knight (the other co-caption), Logan Mitchell and Carlos Garcia. Having not lost a game since they began playing in elementary school the four friends were seen as deities among the mortals. They stood out ever further for the fact that they were popular but generally got along with everyone and didn't look down on others despite their demi-god status.

All this being said, James did have a reputation as a heart breaker. I'd seen many a girl crying in the halls since we started high school about how he'd chased them for months and when he'd finally taken them out, had lost interest within weeks and moved on to the next girl. Hence why I'm weary. Not that I'm not a little flattered that he's chasing me, of all people, but I didn't feel like being another one of James' 'hump-me-dump-me' girls (Camille can be very creative).

"He's totally crushing on you!" Camille squealed. A majority of the female body around us turned to glare in our general direction.

"So what? You said it yourself once, he hooks up with girls he's chased for months only to break up with them once he got what he wanted. I'm sorry but that doesn't appeal to me."

"But can you imagine getting pounded by–"

"Camille!" I squealed a little too loudly. Half the cafeteria, James and company included, turned to look our way. "Can you not say that so loudly? For the love of God, I'm trying to discourage him, not encourage him!"

"Just sayin', I think it would be hot."

"Why are you so keen on James and I getting together all of a sudden? As I recall, you told me that you would make me walk home naked if I even considered going out with him let alone sleeping with him."

"I just think there's more to it this time. I can see it in his eyes; I think he's genuine about you."

"Uh-huh, and you're new found interest in one Logan Mitchell has nothing to do with this?"

Camille blushed deeply. I'm still rather proud of the fact that I'm one of the few people who can make her do that. "Shut your mouth." She muttered, thankfully dropping the subject of James and Logan altogether. "Oh I meant to ask, am I driving you to work this afternoon?"

"No I don't have to get there until four thirty so I'm just going to walk there. Provided I don't get into trouble with Mr. Rocque again."

"But I thought you always did well in Mr. Rocque's class? History is one of your best subjects and you're one of the few students he doesn't yell at."

I sighed and glared across the cafeteria to find James staring back at me a little too wistfully, only a little too happy to find my gaze on him. Damn hockey head. Somehow every conversation ends up back at James.

"The last month James has been sitting next to me in class and he keeps trying to talk to me and pass me notes. Mr. Rocque thinks I must be passing notes and talking too and he's been dumping extra work on me for it! He said the next time he catches us its detention or worse."

"Wow! That sucks! What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to try and get there just before Mr. Rocque turns up so that way one of the other girls in the class will sit next to James and I'll have 'no choice' but to sit somewhere else."

"Your genius never ceases to amaze me."

"Thank you, I have my moments." The bell rang above us and I groaned. "Here goes nothing."

Camille giggled as I slowly moved to throw out my trash and pick up my bag. We even dragged our feet before I stood just outside my history room. "Call me tonight and let me know how your plan went."

"Will do. Seeya later." We exchanged a brief hug and for extra measure I watched Camille saunter down the hall to Drama class. Figuring I waited enough time, I turned and made my way to my room. I walked through the door and glanced around the room for a seat. And I found one.

Oh hell no…

Okay so I left my first chapter on a cliff hanger…of sorts :P see if you can guess what happens next and let me know if you want to keep going with this one. Again, much love guys