Hi! This is my first story, hope you like it.

I don't own Winx Club (I wish) :3

Riven's POV

Same old, Same old. I'm still the same Riven who wore the most counterfeit smile possible, getting the attention from every teacher and adored by students mainly the females. I was the golden child of this school, guys wanted to be me and girls wanted to be with me. I chuckled to myself at the thought, it was fun leading those struck girls on and after breaking every single one of their hearts, they still cling to me.

I peeked a glanced at the palm sized notebook I had tucked in my pockets. All the names of the girls to every walk this high school were tattooed in this notebook, each with little ticks on their names, those marked the pathetic girls that had fallen for me, and yet…

Musa Melody

The space next to her wretched name was blank as the remaining pages about her. Heck I didn't even know her favourite colour! All she ever does is sit at her desk, deserted from the class, she wears these black pair of headphones around her neck during class and blanketing her ears during break. No wonder she doesn't have any friends, the girls known as the isolated woman. She's my polar opposite and I don't really care about her, we pass each other in the halls, but she doesn't even come to compare with majority of the girls in this school, those round rimmed glasses stuck on her nose and those baggy clothes, geez, she needs more fashion sense.

I sighed running my hand through my hair, Making her fall for me is going to be as easy as 1,2,3. All I need to do is charm her like I always do and finally I can tick her stupid name off, and move on with my task. Damn girl.

Musa's POV

Another day came to an end as I grabbed my petite bag, trudging down the halls of our school. All the girls surrounding their lockers shuffled away from me, shooting disgusted looks. People find me as the girl who never talks or socialises. Like I care, I don't mind since I'm not the one for sleep overs or girly things like that.

"Hey, look It's Musa, move away," They muttered, I ignored the stupidity these kids had and walked carelessly through the path they back away from. I hiked out of the main gates, sighing before taking my turn.

"Hey, Muse!" The only familiar voice that ever calls my name so lovingly. I grinned coming face to face with my best friend: Jared.

"how're you been?" He threw his arm around my shoulder slightly knocking my headphones.

"Just another sluggish day, I guess," I whistled, taking out my cell phone to checking my messages.

"How many?" Jared question peeking over my shoulder

"22 more hits," I squeaked shoving the screen to his face as he briefly scanned it.

"People sure love your story," He complimented. When he meant story, it was my success in fan fiction writing. The story I published about a lost kingdom as been such a hit worldwide, my pen name: Musica, has been featured in the latest best novels magazine, and the company is going to publish the first one into a book!

"Yeah but people are asking for more romance between the two main characters in the sequel,"

"Romance?"

"Yes, kissing, hugging and other love moments,"

"Of course, the two main characters are boy and girls,"

"But I don't know anything about romance!" I whinged and we took our scheduled halt at the sweet shop, "I can't describe anything I haven't done," Jared scrambled his way to the liquorice jars and I followed straining my brain to imagine how hugging someone would feel like.

"Well, you do have a great imagination," He pointed, basically pouring the liquorice into the plastic bag, "I'm sure you can think it up,"

"Friendship is one thing, but romance? Gee, I don't know," I mumbled nervously, fidgeting with my fingers.

"How about watching fluffy stuff like Twilight and all?"

"But I can't describe it myself,"

"Read the book," He chuckled stuffing his mouth after paying at the counter.

"But that would be copyright," I reached over grabbing out a long twisted piece of red candy from the bag between his grasp as we strolled down the street to my house. "Jared, I want this to be original, it's going to be a book soon,"

"Oh yeah, I forgot!" The red liquorice he had in between his teeth was well and truly down his throat. This guy sure loves his candy. "I get the first signed copy okay?"

"Obviously! I can't think of anyone else," I playfully shoved him and played with the straps of my bag. Jared and I have been best friends ever since pre-school, and he's my roommate. His parents were involved in a car crash when we were in 1st grade and I've looked after him like a sister ever since, I love him so much and can't ever imagine life without my little brother-like figure.

"Popcorn?"

"Check!" Jared called back from the chicken as I fluffed up my pillow on the floor.

"Coke?"

"In the cooler!"

"and movie?"

"Do we really have to watch The Longest Ride?" He whinged for the hundredth time, collapsing beside me on his pillow.

"Well, your the one who suggested I should watch some sort of romance movie and this is the latest one," I sucked my tongue out at him, stealing the bowl of popcorn from him.

"Your mom said we could watch Fast and Furious 7!" He sniffled fakery in crying. I shook my head disapprovingly and handed him his coke from the cooler beside me. "Can you even see with those massive glasses?" He teased knocking my specs a bit.

"Of course I can!" I muttered rolling my eyes, as the screen lit up on my small T.V.

"You look nicer with them off," He nudged me a bit and I gazed into his eyes, those sincere gorgeous eyes. He knew the reason I keep my glasses on, but he still shamelessly admitted I looked better without them. "Come on Muse, Take them off, just for tonight?"

"I really don't want to,"

"You haven't seen the world without that contraption!" He trailed his hands to my glasses in an attempt to pull them off, but I blocked him, rolling over.

"Nope!" I shook my head, emphasising the 'p', "I don't want to see the world without them,"

"They're fake," He rolled his eyes, simply.

"I know, but they're my confidence!" I crawled back onto the pillow, snuggling next to him. Slapping his hand away from another attempt to take my glasses away. My glasses are the key to who I act like. Without them, I'm nothing.