lol, I just remembered why Annabelle Lee sounded so familiar. Its a name for one of Edgar Allen Poe's poems
Imma shmart cookie :P

Anyways, 2 things.
One, the POVs will change each chapter, one for Annabelle, one for Seth. Maybe even one for another character...

Two, KELLAN-RUPERT-LOVE-25! I love you sooo frckn much ;) Your my sister forever and always :D

By the time lunch rolled around, everyone knew about Seth and my 'punishment.' The boys teased him and the girls told me I was lucky.

I know. Lucky.

Can you say wrong word choice?

"Anna," My best friend, Lisa, was trying to get me to see how 'nice' a guy Seth was. You see, she had a crush on him ever since forever. Even though she doesn't show it, I know she'll try to get the part of my understudy then try to get me sick. Or fake sick. "Seth has got to be one of the cutest, no, hottest guys in 9th grade."

"Too bad he's a scrawny runt." I mumbled. Because he is.

"Muscles aren't everything."

"Liz, you know how much I hate his guts. Why are you trying to get me to like him?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you hate him? He never did anything to you. So why?" By now the whole table was listening intently to our conversation.

Deep inside, I knew she was right. But I have too much pride to admit it. "... I don't have to explain myself to you." I tried to make my voice all snobbish and annoying. Like Stacey's.

"You're just saying that. Truth is, you don't have a reason." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I heard that people who hate someone for no reason, love that person. They're just trying to hide it." An 11th grader, Kim, said, all a-matter-of-fact-like. She was clutching her binder, which was covered in writing and hearts. Mrs. Jared Tinsel. (Right last name?) She only wishes.

I got up and slammed my hands on the table. "I do not love Seth Clearwater! I could never ever love him!"

The doors swung open as I was screaming this. He walked in and he heard me. He glared at me and I was too shocked to glare back.

He's mad? Why? If I don't love him, why does he care? Its not like he love me... Right?

"Awwwh!" Kim cooed. I shot her a murderous glare. She giggled and winked back.

"Did you see your face? Your eyes?" Liz giggled as well.

Kim made a show of putting her hands on her heart. "Love. Its love, I tell you." She sighed loudly as she stared at Jared's back. "You're so lucky!"

Ugh. That word. Do they not understand what that word means?

Happening by chance, especially as desired. Do I desire Clearie? NO.

At that I got up and stormed out of the caf.

Fuck you, Mr. D. Fuck you.

The sunset was breathtaking. A soft orange glow danced on the water, which rippled in delight. The wind whispered pleasures to my hair. It danced, the long locks that were to my knees were up in the air. Waving, billowing without a care.

I was perched on a jagged rock, in my old sun dress. The pastel I was holding swiveled and twisted on the page.

Capturing the epitome of beauty.

It resonated radiance.

Radiance. Beauty.

Its funny how we all have our own different views on beauty. I'd like to think that everyone has at least a handful of people that think they are beautiful.

...

Except for Stacey.

She's one messed up chick.

I mean, even CLEARIE has people who adore him. Lisa is one.

But why do I hate him?

"We better get started." A voice stated from behind me.

I jumped, I was to wrapped up in thought to hear him walk up to me. "Get lost, Clearie."

I heard him sigh. "Elle, I do not want to fail the single most passable classes in the history of classes."

That was true. But I would still take failure over kissingmy worst enemy.

"Elle." He sat down beside me. I moved to the other side of the rock.

"Why are you using that tone of voice?"

"What tone of voice?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"You're talking like you're better than me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You may be good actor, but I know you, Clearie."

He snorted. "You don't know a damn thing, Elle."

"I know you're a total ass who gets on my nerves."

"Elle..."

"Oh, shut up." I stood, about to leave when I felt him grab my wrist.

"Stop acting childish. Its just a kiss." He was my height, but he tried fruitlessly to tower over me. Scrawny runt. I'll be surprised if he ever grows.

I pulled my hand away easily. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you want to kiss me."

I stalked angrily away from him. He thinks he's desirable? I don't want him

I would never, ever want him.

:D