A/N - What's up people ;D You know how I put lyrics at the beginning of my chapters? I'm gonna be doing that for each and every chapter, because it kinda sets the mood. :) So, Enjoy, and REVIEW!

Chapter 2

"Do you think I'm special? Do you think I'm nice? Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?...It don't matter what you see, I know that I'll never be someone that'll look like you. It don't matter what you say, I know I could never face someone that'll sound like you."

-All the Right Moves, OneRepublic-

James' POV

To be honest, I'm actually kinda nervous in History, because I have to sit so close to Eliza. Its hard to 'act' like I hate her, so I feel like I end up looking stupid when I try my hardest not to even look at her beautiful self.

I take my seat, and open up my backpack to get last night's homework. Eliza comes in and takes her seat and pulls her homework out too. It's like I'm paralyzed whenever she's within a short distance of me; I can't talk, can't move, can't breathe, can't anything.

Her hair is a beautiful color, it's a shade or two lighter than mine, and it's long and straight. She smells nice, as always. Kind of like, a peachy smell, strong enough to notice, but light enough that it won't make you choke from strength of the perfume.

We've been working on a history essay and project, and the teacher is letting us work on it in class. I've finished it already because my mom forced me into doing it and getting it over with. And everyone knows you don't say no to my mother. Apparently Eliza finished her project too, because she's just sitting at her desk scratching at her binder. I decided that now is a good time to study my new lyrics from Choir.

Eliza noticed my good use of free time, so she pulled out her Algebra workbook and tuned through the pages. Somehow I didn't catch myself staring at her, until she turns and stares right back at me. Suddenly I felt like my face was burning red as my heart beat faster, so I awkwardly snapped my head to look the other way, pulling at the front of my hair with my right hand.

Then as I blankly stared at my lyric sheets, something inside me pushed me to say something to Eliza.

"What are we learning in Algebra?" I stutter.

"Something to do with fractions." she said blankly.

"Easy?" I asked.

"Yep." she said.

" ."

As I turn away I desperately tried to think of something else to say, just so I could hear her voice a little bit more.

"What's our homework?" I asked weakly.

"Page 61, and a worksheet that you'll get in class." she replied, not caring to look at m

"Okay." I said, slightly disappointed.

I pulled out my own workbook and started the homework. It was nothing I hadn't learned before, heck, it was almost too easy. I finished the 20 question page less than 5 minutes.

When I glanced over at Eliza as I stuffed the workbook into my backpack, she was still stuck on the third problem, and by the way her eyebrows were crunched, she looked like she was struggling.

"Do... You need any help?" I managed to ask. She looked up at me and into my eyes for the first time all day. I literally felt my heart jump as it tripped and skipped a beat, and made me crave her touch. Stupid hormones.

"Uh, yeah, I think I do." she said, nervously fidgeting with her hair, "I, I'm just not sure about a few of these problems." her finger glided over the page to show which questions she didn't understand.

Crap, now I'm going to have to think when I speak to her. If just speaking wasn't hard enough.

Eliza's POV

If I didn't know better then I would have thought that James actually liked me. But I do know better, and I do know that James cant stand me. He hates my guts because I hate his favorite aspect - his looks. He just can't stand it. But as he's talking to me in this sweet, soft, smooth voice, I have to try extra hard to listen to what he's saying.

Even though that simple thing is terribly hard to do when it's James Diamond talking to you. He makes me want him to just freaking hold me and touch me and stuff...by touch I mean my skin, not anything, you know, sexual...I guess...

My efforts pay off as I listen carefully to him explain what I'm supposed to do with my work, and in almost no time, I understand.

"Know what to do now?" James asks me.

"Yeah, actually, thanks." I smiled, feeling tingly inside.

"You're pretty good at this," I began, "and you're good at explaining it too."

"Anything math is what I'm good at." He said. "I'm not very good at anything else though."

"Ahha, I didn't know that. I hate math; the numbers drive me crazy." I laughed lightly, trying not to look at him.

James' POV

Sometimes I absolutely hate being a teenager. It's so hard to control my feelings and attractions that at some points I feel like I'm not going to be able to contain it; Eliza makes me feel this way. She makes me want her so badly, and she doesn't even know that this causes more torture than her screams or slaps.

I'm all worked up I side, all of my feelings clustered up into a big mess. If someone were to ask me how I felt, I don't think any word would describe it. If only Eliza didn't hate me so much. If only she liked me back. If only I could erase the past and start all over again. Now if only I had the guts to tell her exactly how I'm feeling. Maybe then it would change everything, maybe then we would have a little something started. I hate that my famous "James Diamond Charm" doesn't work on her. Why is she so unemotional?

Question is though - if she can't stand my personality, am I willing to change for her? Nope. My mom has always taught me to be strong, and never forget who I am. If she doesn't love me for who I am, then I'm not willing to change for her.

The last part hurts, because I just want to be her dream guy.

I was blankly staring at my lyric sheet again while thinking about all this, and before I know it the bell rings. I'm off to Science with Eliza, and thankfully I don't sit anywhere near her.

I swing by the boys bathroom before getting into Science class, it's kinda like a routine for me, whether I have to go or not. So I use the restroom, wash my hands, but then I stop ant look at myself in the mirror. I fix my hair, comb it, and make sure I look stunning. I laugh at myself, thinking about how much Eliza would hate me for doing this.

I run into class, showing up right before the late bell rings. I sit down, and begin the daily warm up in my notebook. Eliza sits halfway across the room from me, and thank goodness she does. I'm constantly distracting myself with that stupid 'wanting' feeling when I'm near her.

Freaking dammit.

A/N - I don't know about you, but I'm in LOVE with this story. ;D xoxo, Elle