Wanna Make You Feel Wanted

Chapter 1: You Caught My Eye

Disclaimer: So this is my first fanfic so don't be so overly harsh please, and I would like to thank hhlover101 for pushing me towards the idea of writing. This story is fairly different from others. Hope the differences don't scare you away too much. I hope you like, and stick with this story even if I don't update for a while. Hopefully you enjoy.

Shout/out: hhlover101 for taking the time to talk to me, and help me with my decision. Check out her story called One True Love, it's great.

Story base: This story is based off the song by Hunter Hayes. I got this cool idea for the story a few weeks ago. Loren and Eddie are both in high school. Both of them are not famous, at least not yet. Loren lives with her Mom, Eddie lives with his father. Eddie's the popular boy, and Loren's a shy girl that stays hidden behind the crowd. Upon a coincidental meeting a romance blossoms, and there the story takes many twists and unexpected turns. He wasn't the type to fall so fast, he never really spoke one words to this girl. But when he sees those big brown eyes up close something is definitely different about this girl. She grabs his attention automatically, but she's not so open to dating jerks. Will his issues make the love die out, or will they change each other. One way to know for sure is to read.

Eddie's P.O.V

"This is let's see… the third time you've been in my office this month Mr. Duran. You've gotten numerous detentions, suspensions, and notes home. One more and I will expel you from this school. In order to prevent this from happening, you need to stop being so disobedient." I let out a loud snicker, and laughed at her humorous words.

"Me disobedient? What are you talking about Ms. Wilson if anything I'm completely obedient? All my teachers love me." I said sarcastically while letting a largely wide grin spread across my face. The diminutive sized wrinkles appeared on my forehead, as I found the matter hilarious.

"You are completely ignorant of your actions. A responsible young man would take responsibilities of his actions, but yet here you are laughing about it like a joke. If this is so funny, I bet you're going to find this next statement supremely humorous." She grimaced at me suggestively, and let her eyes peak out from underneath her clear rimmed glasses. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, and felt my stomach churning, afraid of what she was going to say next.

"Eddie you're now officially part of the yearbook committee, and you will also be involved in extracurricular activities after school. You'll be volunteering after school in the drama department, helping them gather props and decorate for their play." My devious smirk dropped down to a frustrated frown, and my eyes only showed the distinct look of pure enragement. I snappily sprung up from my chair, and interrogated her with an abundance of questions.

"What! I can't do that Ms. Wilson. You can't let me be a part of some nerdy drama department. And I surely can't participate in the yearbook committee."

"Now that's where you are wrong Eddie. As the principal I do things for the good of the students, and this is the only way you'll evade expulsion. Or do want to go get expelled?" I let out a forced smile, and decided to along with the plan. My blood was boiling, and it felt as if smoke was going to begin to fuse out of my ears. I gritted my teeth, and my nostrils flared up partially.

"Fine. When do I start?"

"Well for yearbook you'll start next week, and as for the drama department you'll be heading to the auditorium after school starting today, up until about two months it depends."

"Two months!" I exclaimed.

"Yes Eddie two months, did I stutter? You want me to make it 3 months?" She said curtly. I gave my best assuring smile, and tried to remain calm and collected.

"Fine then I'll do it." I stomped out of her office urgently, and quickly found myself in the bustling school hallways. I walked down the hall, my feet densely tapping reputedly over the precise tiled floor. I promptly found my way outside in the quad area, and squinted at the violent brightness of the sun. I heard the nearly faint giggles of many students, and felt as if a hundred pairs of eyes were fixated on me. I saw several girls wink at me, and twirl the hair flirtatiously but I paid no mind to it. I put my head above my eyes, blocking the sun's radiant projection from blinding me. I walked over to my usual crowd, and quickly found Phil and Cameron.

"Hey Eddie. So what did Ms. Wilson say?" Phil asked skeptically. I shot him a disappointing look, and my eyes gleamed with frustration.

"All thanks to our idiotic idea of starting a food fight at lunch, now I have to participate in yearbook, and worst of all I have to help out the stupid drama department." I said embittered at the punishment.

"Well that's what you get in return. You really think she was going to let you get away scot free. She only gave Phil and me after school detention. She must really hate you, or she probably sees potential in you and she wants to help." I shot Cameron a vague perplexed look, and my eyebrows impartially furrowed together.

"What do you mean she sees potential in me?"

"I mean before "you know what" happened you used to have actual good grades, and you never got in trouble once. She probably still sees some good in you." I knew exactly what Cameron was talking about. That's why I'm like this. I try to change but what's the point. Exactly, there is no point to it.

"Well there's only about 3 more minutes of school left Phil and me have to start heading to detention. We have to get to football practice on time, and that means we have to serve detention early. See you later." They both gently patted me on the back, and made their way out of the crowded quad area and disappeared briskly. I waited impatiently for the bell to ring; I swiftly tapped my feet against the concrete ground, and waited for the irritating noise that always guides me. Then there it was, the familiar sound of the bell signaling school has ended. Everybody went home, and as for me I was stuck in the drama department. I would have rather had taken chemistry. I speedily made my way out of the quad, and hurriedly made my way to the auditorium wanting to get this over with for today. At this point getting expelled seems worth it. I didn't know that this was truly going to change my life. I didn't know what I had in store for me, and faith has no intentions of telling me. I remained unknown to the fact my whole world was about to turn upside down.

Luckily to my benefit I got painting the props for the little Aladdin musical rendition our drama club was putting on. I at first was objective to listen to the head director's orders, but soon found no harm in playing one of my strengths out. I got stuck with the job of painting the pyramids. It was actually a pretty easy task to complete. Right now they were rehearsing the singing parts of the play, and so far every boy and girl sounded fairly horrific. Either their voice was too overpowering, forceful, or sounding as if a whale was dying. I've heard about six of those now. The singing was not put together, and everybody was mostly singing off key. They didn't come in all together, and their performance showed little energy and enthusiasm. It's like they're being put through forced torment, that's literally killing their happy being.

"Next up Loren Tate for the solo. Loren Tate please come on the stage!" He yelled from on top of the stage, at the top of his lungs. I resumed back to painting, and expected to hear another dreadful voice, but was left utterly breathless at her range. Her beautiful melodic voice, made it seem as if she was an angel. Everyone in the whole entire vicinity remained silent, and watched the girl in all her glory. My eyes shot up only to follow the trail of the sound. Suddenly, I met her sparkling indulgent hazel orbs, and dropped my paint brush flat on the ground. Her voice soothed me. The beauty within in her tone showed immensely, you could tell that was her natural voice. Not to mention she was beautiful. Her light brown hair shone in the filtered light of the stage. Her eyes glistened with hope, and showed an uncertainty.

I was blown away.

Her voice took me to another world.

There was something different about her; by the look in her eyes I could tell she was unique. I could see a sadness and happiness painted on the surface of her face. I wanted to get to know this girl.

I needed to get to know this girl. Drama club just got a little more fun.

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