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Stupid. Ugly. Fat. Geek. Loser.
Stupid.
She wasn't, though . She was smart. Smarter than the rest of her eleventh grade class, that is. But that was book smarts. The type of smart that society is looking for is not what the entire formula for pi is. They want someone who is "smart" enough to sacrifice their morals to be popular or cool. She didn't meet that status.
Ugly.
She had never really thought about it before. She always just existed. She never realized that her nose was a bit too pointy or that her mouth far too angled to be normal. Her smile was awkward so she stopped the happy gesture all together. Too many flaws, too little ways to fix them.
Fat.
She didn't really notice that she gained a few pounds over the summer. She didn't think going from 96 pounds to 104 really made a difference, but apparently she was wrong. When her favorite skirt didn't fit the next month it wasn't because of those 8 pounds.
Geek.
She knew this was true. She liked math… and science… and English… and anything that involved learning something new. Maybe it was time to put the textbooks down and pick up the eyeliner and mascara.
Loser.
She guessed that was true. She had never really been the judge of herself though. That was society's job. She never wanted it to be this way.
She walks up to the doors of her high school. Big, blue, and boring. She's seen them every school day for two and a half years. She doesn't want to see them anymore.
Her locker is the same. Her class rooms are the same. The people are the same.
He's different. Every day he sits in the same seat surrounded by the same attention craving people with the same hair and the same eyes. They're fake.
But he's not.
He sees her. He knows she's there. He knows she's struggling. He can see it. Every time Cassidy or Brooke calls her a name he can see it. When she is tripped or pushed or shoved he sees it. Because he sees her.
"I've seen you around." He tells her one day when he takes a seat next to her in the library.
She holds her breath and tightens her grip around the edges of her book.
"If you're here to tell me how horrid I am I'll save you the time. I already know." She whispers closing her eyes and waiting for the retaliation.
It doesn't come.
"I'm not here to hurt you." He tells her. She looks up into kind brown eyes shining with sincerity.
"Well I guess there is a first time for everything." She tells him and then she's gone. She disappears from the seat in front of him faster than he can blink. He turns to watch her leave and smiles.
The next time they meet it's at her locker. She drops a book and some stupid brunette boy kicks it down the hall laughing as he goes. She sighs, pushing some hair behind her ear. She walks to the end of the hall but the book is no longer there. Her eyebrows furrow when a tap on her left shoulder causes her to turn around. There he is. Dangling that stupid Romeo & Juliet play book in front of her face. He sees that her face is turning red and that people are staring.
"Make her work for it, Aus." Cassidy calls from down the hall.
"Forget that she's not worth it. Just spit on it." That one comes from Dallas who is standing idly at his locker.
She waits holding back the burning sensation is her eyes. He doesn't do these things though. He lowers it slowly watching her with stormy eyes. He places it in her hands and shivers when he brushes her knuckles with his own. She looks down at the book then up at the blonde standing in front of her.
"You're welcome." He whispers. This time it's his turn to walk away.
And that's exactly what he does.
She stands there, a little confused, watching his back as he leaves her in the middle of the hallway. The stares get worse throughout the day. They think she's sleeping with him. Cassidy gives her a nice shove and Brooke makes sure to remind her not to eat her lunch. It will make her chubbier than she already is.
She sits alone on a bench outside when he finds her.
"Why aren't you eating?" He asks and she looks at him.
"Not hungry." She looks down at her book and he stares at her with his hands in his pockets and his eyes squinted.
"Bull shit." He tells her but she doesn't lift her eyes from her book.
"I don't know you so there's no way you can know me." She tells him simply.
"I'm willing to fight to prove you wrong about me."
"I haven't said anything about you."
"You don't have to. I see it on your face. You think I'm just like them." She looks up at him now.
"I have no reason to trust you."
"Then I'll give you one." He states with pure fire in his eyes.
She stands up and begins to walk away. She stops when he calls out to her.
"I'm not who I look like. You should know what it's like to be a book judged by its cover."
She meekly looks over her shoulder slightly before turning fully and clutching the edge of her book tighter.
"Why me?"
"Because I like you."
"You don't know me."
"Don't have to." He whispers walking closer and closer until he is face to face with the girl driving him insane. "They say when you know when you love someone. Well here is reality Ally Dawson I love you. I don't know why yet… but I will."
It turns out Austin Moon, king of the school, had finally been right about something. She finds this out when he insists on coming to her house. They bake cookies and he eats more of the batter than she cooks. The smiles he gives her are real. Not the ones he gives to people at school. On the third batch she decides not to fight it and holds the wooden stirring spoon up to his mouth before he can reach for it.
Grinning he takes a slow bite watching her watch him. The way his lips curve and the way his eyes crinkle in the corners when he's happy. All too soon he's standing a little too close for comfort and she turns walking the few feet to the sink. The water runs as his smile fades and he sighs. She needs time. He gets it.
He just doesn't know how long he can wait.
She has been in his head for months—years, actually. Ever since freshman year when he saw her bright face at the registrar he knew she was meant for him. The way her hair was so dark yet so light and her eyes.
Oh, her eyes.
He would watch her as she watched everyone else. He knew she perceived the world differently. Closely, carefully, taking in every detail before forming a conclusion. He knew she never wanted anything in particular. But he was prepared to give her the world.
It takes weeks for her to let him in. He shows up at her house more and more often until every day at 5:23 Mr. Dawson would come home to a peaceful Ally and smiling Austin passed out on the couch. He smiles and covers them with the same blanket he always does. He wishes Austin would man up and put his arm around her. The couch is already small without them trying to keep their distance.
YAY Chapter uno down and who knows how many to go. Tell me what you think. 3