Is It Love?
Chapter 1
My story may or may be to your liking. I am not happy with my life. I see nothing but pain, disgust, betrayal, dishonesty and even evil in everyone's eyes. The only place where I find my peace is in a garden at my school. There I read my books, dream of the future and spend most of my time avoiding people who I know will betray their friends at some point for one reason or another.
I don't have friends. To me they always turn out be friends who turn on you. If you think this statement is stupid I agree. I know not all friends are like that and I agree that no one should judge a person without knowing them but I had my share of ''friend disloyalty'' shit thing going on.
When I was little, my friends only wanted to play with me because I had these cool new toys and all that stuff (hey my parents were rich what can I say)! Once I refused to let them ''hang'' in my house for like four days in a row they started to stop playing with me, they bullied me and they even went as far as blame everything on me to a teacher , which I had to pay for. As those days passed I realised that as long as I live I won't have any friends. That happened when I was seven; nine years had passed since that.
I am in secondary school now. I am just another unnoticed person among my peers but as fate had planned my life, I couldn't avoid them and especially Zac. Let me dear reader tell you about Zac. He's popular. He's like our schools prince charming. He has muscles and oh my dear God they look good on him (hey I'm a girl too!) He has dark short hair and blue eyes. Currently he's single, which is a surprise because he's never single! And I literally mean EVER!
This story starts with him noticing me. It was in the middle of September, students and teachers have settled down to their back to school routines and I was the new girl. That day I wore black, skinny jeans, black high heel shoes, white tight blouse (I'm not proud of that one) and a black blazer jacket. When I came into the classroom the teacher did the usual drill. You know the one with ''where you're from'', ''what do your parent do'' and al that kind of stuff which I refused to answer. Ms. Schnell, my home room teacher, told me to sit at the very back of the class beside the window.
As I walked the walk of I don't know what to call that walk, I noticed a head lying on the desk. I sat beside the figure head, he looked like he was asleep so I did the best thing I do, and I looked out from the window. Suddenly that head raised and Zac looked at me, at that time I didn't know who he was! And that's how it all started.