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I always sat in the back of the room. Seen but was never recognized-Just a shadow passing down the hallways at school. I've been with these people through school since the fifth grade, but none of them knew me. Nobody knew how every night I cried myself to sleep, or how horrible I felt about myself all the time. I guess I had some good aspects as well. I was always pretty good with my schoolwork, and I've never really found myself to be a mean person. I didn't mind that nobody ever saw me. In fact, sometimes I was glad that they wouldn't be able to see me.

My name is Katy Martin. Martin being the last name of my adoptive parents, Shelly and Drew. Ever since my real mom walked out on me, I could never trust anyone. I know. Total cliché right? Girl has one person leave her and all of the sudden she has trust issues. For me, it was a huge deal. I thought my mom was my best friend and that she would always be there for me. That was until she left me at the grocery store and when the police had me, she never came to claim me. It killed me to know that I thought I had the best mom in the whole world and it was all a lie. It's hard to accept the fact that the person you care about the most doesn't give a rat's ass about you. Or that you're somehow not good enough to keep them happy. But for now, I guess Drew and Shelly are okay. At least they care about me, right? I live in a pretty nice house on the La Push reservation in Washington. They've been taking care of me since I was 11. They finally adopted me last year, when I was a freshman.

Anyways, back to present time. It's the begging of December. Great. Another crappy Christmas to mope about. Christmas is not usually my thing. It's been turned into this corporate toy selling fiasco. Doesn't anybody appreciate being with family on Christmas anymore? I'd give anything to have a real family to be with on Christmas. Or just someone special in general. Sometimes I wonder if I'll always feel so alone as I do now. God, I hope not. You know, I never realized how much I think to myself. I'd better finish my homework and get to bed. Is there a saying that says that there has to be something good to come your way, and that there's not only bad things destined for you? Well there should be. I'll work on one. Maybe something good will come my way tomorrow. Too bad I tell that to myself every night.

Beep beep beep.Agh, what is that God awful noise? Oh, the alarm clock. Of course. I really need to get one with a better ring. This one's way too annoying. With that thought, I go take a shower and get ready for school. Do you ever have those days where you just feel like looking cute? Well I'm having one right now. So instead of the usual jeans and a random band Tee shirt- with or without a hoodie over it. Depends on if it's a Monday or not- I pick out a pair of black and white checkered skinny jeans, black flats, and a blue shirt with a small black vest. And for a little fun I put in my blue hair extensions. Nobody will ever notice how I look. I just enjoy doing things for myself.

I get into my black Honda Civic (which I just recently got for my 16th birthday. So yes, that would make me a sophomore in High School) and I drive to the place every child grows to hate. Fortunately I make it early enough that I don't have to sacrifice my right arm for a decent parking space. Halleluiah! I get out of my car and walk to my first period class. It's my English class and I have to say, I'm rather partial to literature. The teacher, Mrs. Rhapsody, is pretty cool. Right now I'm working on a persuasive speech. Just as I was writing my bit about how kids get a little too crazy when there is no discipline in their lives, someone walks into the classroom. I look up and some guy is talking to the teacher and has a little blue piece of paper in his hand. He must be new because she points to a seat right down the next row from where I'm sitting. The seat directly to my right.

As he's walking down the aisle toward me, I look him over. He's actually pretty tall. I'd say about 6'7" 6'8" maybe. He has shoulder length, light brown hair, and his skin was a darker shade. His tight black shirt doesn't look so bad on him either. Same goes for those amazing biceps he's been working on. Your basic "Tall dark and handsome" with the extra hot. I mentally let out a wolf whistle. I expect he'll be snatched up in a second if he hasn't got a girl already. So I guess I should come down from that cloud pretty quick. There's no way in heaven or hell that I'd have the slightest chance with Bicep Guy. Not that he would ever notice me anyway. Nobody ever does.

After about another twenty minutes of trying to write my speech, the bell rings. I go to put my things into my book bag and knock my notebook onto the floor. Of course, this could only happen to me. So I sit there and try to decide if the book is even worth picking up. I sigh and go to bend over, but Bicep Guy is already there holding my notebook for me. I look up into his eyes. Wow those suckers are the most gorgeous green I've ever seen. Like an electric green. My thank you gets caught in my throat and I shyly look down at my notebook and realize I'm looking at my doodle page. Sometimes I get bored in class and draw my own little characters, or I'll write the occasional poem. After the stare fest is over, he follows my gaze and looks down at the notebook as well.

"Wow." He says, "You're a really good cartoonist." Oh god. There's the perfect white smile. I can hear Shelly's words in my head. She always says, "There's nothing like a gorgeous guy with a perfect, white smile." She was right. Someone is obviously making an effort to torture me.

"Um, thanks. They're just boredom doodles, mostly." I say blushing. Thinking the conversation was over- and tying to avoid the awkward silence- I turn to walk to my next class. As I'm walking I hear him say,

"Well I draw too. Maybe we could get together and talk sometime?" I try to keep my eyes from growing too wide as I turn around to answer him. Did Bicep Guy seriously just ask me out?

"Okay…" Okay? That's all you're going to say? I mentally smack myself. So I put on a smile and say, "Sure. That'd be great."

"Okay cool, and uh, maybe you can show me some decent places to hang out in this town? I'm pretty new here." I smile and nod.

"I'd be happy to." I look at the clock. I'm going to be late to Algebra II.

"Well we'd better get to class. I'll see you around." With that I walk away. I was so proud of myself! I had actually had a successful conversation with a gorgeous guy and it didn't end in complete disaster.

Throughout the day I heard a bunch of chatter about Bicep Guy. I guess he used to live here when he was just a little boy and they he and his parents moved away. And as it turns out I was right. ALL the girls are pining over him. Actually I found it amusing. Some of the girls even thought that they were honest to God, in love. Of course, I was being more realistic. I knew I wasn't in love. However, I did find myself anxious to talk to him again.

Do you ever find yourself looking forward to something so much that it actually makes you physically sick? I could not wait 'till first period tomorrow. I really wanted to see Bicep Guy again. I should probably stop calling him that. With my luck, I'll accidentally call him that to his face. Agh! Get out of my head Bicep Guy!!! I need to find something to do. I do have to finish that speech…To the library! I grab my book bag and coat and walk out the door, walk into the wall behind it. Wait. What the hell? Why is there a wall?!? And why does it smell so good? The wall is laughing. My confused face looks up. Oh god. The green eyes, the white smile.

"Oops." Is all I can say at the moment. I close my eyes in embarrassment, and I can hear more chuckling. Bicep Guy puts his hands on either one of my shoulders and leans in.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you with my amazing body…" He says, trying to look serious, but he ends up cracking a little smile at his joke. Haha. He enjoys sarcasm too! At this point I'm still speechless.

"Uh-huh. Yeah um, I'm fine. I just didn't see you there…" He looks at me like I'm insane, and after a second I understand why. How in the world do you not see a huge guy like that standing right in front of you?

"Well I thought I'd come by and see if you wanted to maybe hang out?" But my mind was someplace else.

"How did you find my house? Should I be scared?" I didn't think that I needed to be worried about stalkers before.

"Oh, I just asked around. Actually it was pretty hard. Hardly anybody knew anything about you." They wouldn't care enough to even make an effort to know me.

"Well people here are pretty busy…" I say. Okay Katie, don't point out how un-popular you actually are. Change the conversation.

"I was just about to go to the library, but I don't suppose you want to go there."

"How 'bout we go for some hot chocolate or something?" He suggests.

"As long as I can have all of your baby marshmallows."

"Done. Lead the way miss." He says. It's at this point that I realize we don't even know each other's names.

"So I'm surprised I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Katy Martin." I say, while starting to walk to the coffee shop.

"Yeah that probably would have been good to know when I was asking about you earlier." He says with another chuckle. "My fault. I should have asked for your name before. I'm Ian Waters." We shake hands. I love the feel of his. Soft and warm, yet big and strong. This guy is going to drive me to insanity.

"So Katy what year are you?"

"I'm actually a sophomore. I just turned sixteen." I say with a grimace. I was sure he was older than me. It's kind of embarrassing to admit how you are to an older, totally gorgeous guy.

"Well at least you're not a freshman anymore. Freshman year is always the worst."

"Tell me about it. What about you? What grade are you in?" I ask

"I'm a senior." He's probably eighteen then. Don't think he'd want to date a minor.

"So I guess you're eighteen?"

"Yep. Being eighteen is great too. You should try it sometime." We're both laughing as we walk into the coffee shop. He pays for both our drinks and we take a table.

"Oops. I forgot a spoon. I'll be right back." I say, leaving him confused. I come back to the table, sit down and smile.

"Why do you need a spoon? You're supposed to drink the stuff."

"I need it to steal the marshmallows that are rightfully mine. Now hand me your cup of chocolaty goodness, please." He hands it over, laughing. I scoop out his marshmallows and put them into my own cup. While I'm doing this, I say, "Awe, thanks Ian. It's so sweet of you to let me steal these."

"Well I'm happy to." He chuckles. We sat in silence drinking our hot chocolates. Oh crap. I hate awkward silences. Quick think of something to talk about before he thinks you're boring!! I said to myself. I clear my throat.

"So where did you move from?" That was a good enough question I thought. I really was curious.

"Well I was actually born here, but I moved to a small town in Texas when I was ten. I've really missed it here. I'm glad to be home." I'm glad you're here too. I thought.

"I bet you miss all of your friends thought right? I know it's hard to leave friends." And I did. I was in and out of foster homes for a while. I've made some friends and it sucks to leave them behind.

"Yes I do miss my friends. They meant a lot to me, but I promised them that I would visit them every once in a while. And I never break my promises." He looked into my eyes seriously. That's good to know. I hate when people do that. Promises don't mean much anymore.

"I might hold you to that some day." I warned, laughing.

"I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut." Then I realized that I feel absolutely comfortable with Ian, like I could say anything.

"Well I like your mouth." As soon as the words slithered past my lips, I knew that maybe I got a little too comfy with him. I quickly put my hand over my mouth to stop anything else embarrassing from coming out. I shut my eyes and hid my face, looking down.

"I said that out loud didn't I?" God, I was so embarrassed.

"Yeah you did…" he could see that my face well tomato red. "But it's okay. It was kind of cute actually." He laughed.

"I'm glad you think so." I said, still blushing like crazy. I looked at the time. "My parents should be home soon. I've got to go home and start dinner and get my homework done." Ugh I definitely do not want to go.

"Alright." He stands up and holds out his hand. "Can I walk you home Katy?"

And I agree. I took his hand and he walked me home.

Okay so i know this story is a little cliche. i actually find them kind of funny so it's basically for my own amusement...please tell me what you think!! Review Review Review!!