First Impressions

Star's POV

I sat in the far corner of the library with a book in my head. Every morning, before school started I would go to the library and read. It's something that always relaxed me. I could get away from all my problems and become a fictional character out of the book. Today I just happened to be rereading Les Meserables for the third time in a row. I just couldn't get the wonderful details in the story. Next thing I know I hear a loud coughing sound coming from a tall shadow towering over me.

Paul's POV

I finally found her sitting in the library by herself. She looked so peaceful sitting their reading a book, I did not want to disturb her, but I really didn't want to waste any time in getting to know her. So I did the only thing I could think of: I made a loud coughing sound hoping to get her attention. Yea I know how stupid of me, I just met the girl of my dreams for the second time and I have to start the conversation by me almost coughing on her, but in my defense I was talking away by all her beauty. She just seemed to get so much better looking from yesterday.

After about a minute of fake coughing she finally lifted her head away from the book. It was than that I got lost into her beautiful dark crystal eyes.

Star POV

He didn't say anything he just stared….. stared like he did last time. Well, at least I know that it was really me who he was staring at this time. Nobody else is in the library. After a couple of minutes of awkward staring going on between the two of us I finally worked up the courage to say something to him.

"Can I help you with something?" I said quietly to him, which was about the worst thing I could have possibly said. Of course he wanted something Starlet, why else would he come up to you.

He looked surprised, like he wasn't expecting me to say anything back. He must've been skeptical about what he was gonna say because he paused and started staring down at his feet.

"Uhhh…What's your name?" he said after a few more seconds of that awkward silence that just seems to love to come up in our conversations.

"Starlet," I replied slowly, "But most people just call me Star."

"It fits you. It's… different." He said cautiously as if I were gonna take it as an insult.

Now normally I would get all self conscious about an offense like the one just said, but the way he said it made it seem special, almost unique.

"Thanks," I said waiting for the punch line I knew was soon to come. (Yea your name fits you….. too bad your clothes don't! I could picture him yelling at me while his friends appeared out of nowhere laughing their buts off.)

"You know Starlet…. I think that you're really beautiful." He said confidently.

I paused for a moment trying to make since of what he had just said. Why would he lie to me and say that I'm beautiful. It's not like I'm some poor charity case that needs to feel better about myself. I already know that I'm fat and ugly and I've accepted myself for it. But when you add people like Paul into the equation they just give you a sense of false hope that at least one person in the world may find you attractive. And that's just cruel. Why would Paul lie to me just to make me feel even worse about myself than I already do? Than, in that instant I felt like a complete idiot cause the answer was as plain as day.

I stared at him for a minute trying to figure out why anyone as hot as him could be so hurtful. It wasn't right for him to be so mean. It was obvious that he did not really find me attractive and that he just wanted me for one thing.

"I'm not interested in sex if that's what you're getting at," I said, letting me anger wash over me. I quickly got my stuff and left without even an acknowledgment of goodbye.