Hi again! This is my second fanfiction. I hope you enjoy this new story. Sorry about my English skill…so poor.
Cristina Yang was a typical nerdy girl in high school. She wore glasses and no make-up. She was not good at having a conversation with other people. She didn't join any club activities.
She always stayed in school library after school, spending time studying or reading books that ordinary high school teenagers would not be interested in, she also liked romantic norvels, though. She had no friends. Most of the students neither liked nor disliked her.
Her grades were great, she was always a top student, therefore other students recognize her as a bright person, however, nobody seemed to want to be her friend, because it was very hard to keep talking with her.
She knew what she wanted to be in the future and she knew she needed to study really hard. On the other hand, she was also interested in having a boyfriend- since she read numerous novels about love.
She knew she could possibly be the best when it comes to the grades, but she always had a feeling of inferiority, not having anybody to go out with.
She always wanted to know how to be a cool girl like cheerleaders or girlfriends of sporty boys. She thought boys didn't even recognize her. How many of them know that she was a senior- maybe nobody, she sight. She didn't know how to talk with anybody, including boys.
One day, she was studying at library as usual. It was very silent and there were a few students in the room. One guy came there, he talked to her. "Hi." But she didn't look at him.
She didn't think he was talking to her. "Don't ignore me, Cristina Yang. We take same classes, you know me." She looked at him and was so surprised. That was Owen Hunt. A tall, handsome guy.
She knew he was very popular. He was sociable, smart, fun, and good at both of studying and sports. He had many friends, had had lots of girlfriends, and there were still many girls waiting in the line to date with him.
She inhaled, unconsciously. "Did I scare you?" She shook her head, and couldn't say anything. He silently kept talking to her. "I have to do my math assignment before I go to practice ice hockey today.
And there is one problem I don't know how to solve. I came here to catch a clue, then I saw you. I was going to use the Internet, but I'm sure asking you is much faster. Would you help me? "
As he said, they took same classes, such as English literature, physics and choir. Yes choir- she remembered he was also good at singing. Although they took same classes, they never talked before.
He wa always surrounded by many students, and she was always alone. Why doesn't he have any bias to a nerd, she talks to me as if they were friends, she thought. Well, anyway, she had to answer him.
" O…K…Show…Show me the problem." "Great." He sat next to her. Her heart was beating.