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CHAPTER 3-THEY MEET

   I'm sick to death of school. All ?I ever do is work, and when I go home with the absolute intention to sleep and nothing else, I end up having tons of homework to get through. Then I'm tired because I have to stay up so late to get it all done, or I give up the small amount of time I have to myself, to sit in a room with a stubborn teacher who reeks of B.O., to do even more work. URGH!
   I stamped my foot down hard on the accelerator, and my body jerked forward sending my head onto the steering wheel.
   Then I was opening my eyes to a silhouetted figure staring down at me-dumbfounded.
   "Are you hurt?" His voice was angelic and it matched his beauty. My eyes were adjusting to the sharp sunlight now, and I could see his face. The strong jawline, high cheekbones, and the eyes...A deep grey, filled with abject fear that became intimidated by the agony that was now radiating through his body. I was perplexed and beginning to loose myself in his eyes.
   I could have sworn something was passing between us, until an ear-piercing scream ripped through the crowd around us that was just now visible to me. He looked up, dazed.
   A teacher came running up and knelt beside me. I tried to sit up, my eyes probing those around me for the grey pools I was lusting. I missed his eyes. But as I sat up I felt blood rush to my head, and then the faintness threatened to pull me under again.
   The second time I sat up slowly, carefully.
   "Where are you hurt?" There he was again, speaking more readily now.
   "I'm not hurt," I said, as I stood up at a speed more commonly associated with the older generation. I stretched my arms and legs to see if my statement had been truthful. All I felt was adrenaline pumping round my body. Exhilarated.
   "Hi, I'm Scott," I turned and was stunned by the magnificent grin on his face.
   "I think you may have concussion cause you look confused, and kind of lost. Do you need to go to hospital or something?" The only thing I was lost in was his eyes...I decided I needed to pull myself together. I took a deep breath before attempting another word.
   "Arianna. I, I mean...I'm-" I started.
   "Your Arianna, I get it," He laughed, musically. So much for the help of calmed breathing patterns.
   "Yeah, that's what I meant," I sounded like an infatuated five year old, which wasn't far off the mark.
   "Well you car looks fine, I checked it over. But I'll pay for a new paint job," He said, whilst smirking-at my feeble voice no doubt.
   "Oh, I...erm, better get to english, thanks for the help. And I'm sorry for the whole car thing. Bye." I needed to get away from him, clear my head. I mean, he was cute, but his eyes. So deep, filled with a lifetime of pain I just didn't understand. So complex yet so beautiful.
   "I've got english too!" I readied myself for the butterflies that were sure too emerge the minute I saw his face. He linked my arm and began to walk in the direction of the english rooms. I hadn't realised I'd stopped walking until I started falling. His arm was around me in a moment, steadying my body.
   "So concussion?" I asked, trying to mask my embarrassment.
   "Would you like me to carry you to your english room?" I laughed, but noticed I was the only one. I looked over and realised he was being deadly serious.
   "Um, no. I'll walk." His arms were still around me, and by God he was strong. And he had really smooth hands. He didn't make any attempts to move below my waist, which most guys would have by this point.
   "Are you sure?" Then he picked me up, and lay me across his outstretched arms. I didn't try to stop him, I just clung to his neck with my eyes tight shut. That way I couldn't analyse the distance between me and the floor.
   "Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
   "Yes, I'm fine. Now put me down. I weigh like a ton and I've never been this late for class before."
   "A ton? Bollocks. You're light as anything." I winced as he cursed.
   "OH, just put me down."

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   "Scott, read us your autobiography please." Mr Pennington should go to prison for the way he layered Scott's name with such conviction.
   "About that..." He said as he squinted, waiting for the onslaught.
   "Another no homework then."
   So he was one of those "bad eggs". But he was so cute. I'd watched him all lesson, I mean, I couldn't exactly take my eyes off him. The strange thing was, he couldn't seem to stop looking at me either, which was weird.
   "ARIANNA LEUNG!" Mr Pennington screeched.
   I looked around, feeling myself blush.
   "What?"
   "What , sir? Your autobiography," So it was time. I decided to just read it.

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   Scott didn't look over in my direction for the rest of the lesson. As the bell went, he eft almost immediately. As I left the classroom, he was waiting for me. He was in the shadows, leant against the wall.
   "Was that real?" He said angrily.
   "Why?" How did he know?
   "Because you just...you seemed different." Oh, he really was angry, but I couldn't figure out why. And to top that, I could feel my mind willing my body to move closer to him, which was not a good idea.
   "Well...Just...Don't judge me, but my life is so pathetic-I mean seriously. I just wanted to seem interesting for once, just once. And then I found some of my mother's old diaries, and started to copy them instead.I know it's ridiculous, and anyone who knows me would know that was fake anyway because I am so against abortions it is untrue. I just wanted...Well it doesn't matter. And it isn't like it's any of you business anyway. You don't even know me. And you didn't bother writing anything so you can't judge me!" I said this last sentence with a certain degree of distress which made the whole thing seem like more of a plea than an explanation.
   Scott just stood there, beaming. The silence was eating me up, but I couldn't break it.
   He started walking forward and he stood about a half meter away from me. He reached forward and took my hands in his. He was real tall.
   "I was worried for a moment," He said, chuckling. My heart was beating so fast at his touch. What is wrong with me? I don't even know him, and I'm head over heels in love with him. Oh my God, this is ridiculous. Grow up!
   "Why would you need to be worried?" This was starting to really confuse me.
   "Come to the cinemas with me, tomorrow night?" He asked, and i averted my gaze from his blazing eyes.
   "Are you asking me out? On a date?" I may have stuttered but at least i got it out there.
   "Yep. So...go on. Yes or no?" My head was spinning so bad and my hand flew to my forhead. Scott steadied me, and then carried me out to my car. He put me in the passenger seat and drove me home. I didn't think he could drive 'cause he usually gets a bus to school. I decided to ask him about that another time. He picked me up again, and I realised I was home.
   I didn't feel him walking up the stairs, but I heard my mother squealing. He told her I had concussion form the crash earlier.
   The minute I felt my mattress underneath me I curled up and fell asleep...

   ...And I dreamt about Scott.

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CHAPTER 3-THEY MEET

   I'm sick to death of school. All ?I ever do is work, and when I go home with the absolute intention to sleep and nothing else, I end up having tons of homework to get through. Then I'm tired because I have to stay up so late to get it all done, or I give up the small amount of time I have to myself, to sit in a room with a stubborn teacher who reeks of B.O., to do even more work. URGH!
   I stamped my foot down hard on the accelerator, and my body jerked forward sending my head onto the steering wheel.
   Then I was opening my eyes to a silhouetted figure staring down at me-dumbfounded.
   "Are you hurt?" His voice was angelic and it matched his beauty. My eyes were adjusting to the sharp sunlight now, and I could see his face. The strong jawline, high cheekbones, and the eyes...A deep grey, filled with abject fear that became intimidated by the agony that was now radiating through his body. I was perplexed and beginning to loose myself in his eyes.
   I could have sworn something was passing between us, until an ear-piercing scream ripped through the crowd around us that was just now visible to me. He looked up, dazed.
   A teacher came running up and knelt beside me. I tried to sit up, my eyes probing those around me for the grey pools I was lusting. I missed his eyes. But as I sat up I felt blood rush to my head, and then the faintness threatened to pull me under again.
   The second time I sat up slowly, carefully.
   "Where are you hurt?" There he was again, speaking more readily now.
   "I'm not hurt," I said, as I stood up at a speed more commonly associated with the older generation. I stretched my arms and legs to see if my statement had been truthful. All I felt was adrenaline pumping round my body. Exhilarated.
   "Hi, I'm Scott," I turned and was stunned by the magnificent grin on his face.
   "I think you may have concussion cause you look confused, and kind of lost. Do you need to go to hospital or something?" The only thing I was lost in was his eyes...I decided I needed to pull myself together. I took a deep breath before attempting another word.
   "Arianna. I, I mean...I'm-" I started.
   "Your Arianna, I get it," He laughed, musically. So much for the help of calmed breathing patterns.
   "Yeah, that's what I meant," I sounded like an infatuated five year old, which wasn't far off the mark.
   "Well you car looks fine, I checked it over. But I'll pay for a new paint job," He said, whilst smirking-at my feeble voice no doubt.
   "Oh, I...erm, better get to english, thanks for the help. And I'm sorry for the whole car thing. Bye." I needed to get away from him, clear my head. I mean, he was cute, but his eyes. So deep, filled with a lifetime of pain I just didn't understand. So complex yet so beautiful.
   "I've got english too!" I readied myself for the butterflies that were sure too emerge the minute I saw his face. He linked my arm and began to walk in the direction of the english rooms. I hadn't realised I'd stopped walking until I started falling. His arm was around me in a moment, steadying my body.
   "So concussion?" I asked, trying to mask my embarrassment.
   "Would you like me to carry you to your english room?" I laughed, but noticed I was the only one. I looked over and realised he was being deadly serious.
   "Um, no. I'll walk." His arms were still around me, and by God he was strong. And he had really smooth hands. He didn't make any attempts to move below my waist, which most guys would have by this point.
   "Are you sure?" Then he picked me up, and lay me across his outstretched arms. I didn't try to stop him, I just clung to his neck with my eyes tight shut. That way I couldn't analyse the distance between me and the floor.
   "Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
   "Yes, I'm fine. Now put me down. I weigh like a ton and I've never been this late for class before."
   "A ton? Bollocks. You're light as anything." I winced as he cursed.
   "OH, just put me down."

----------

   "Scott, read us your autobiography please." Mr Pennington should go to prison for the way he layered Scott's name with such conviction.
   "About that..." He said as he squinted, waiting for the onslaught.
   "Another no homework then."
   So he was one of those "bad eggs". But he was so cute. I'd watched him all lesson, I mean, I couldn't exactly take my eyes off him. The strange thing was, he couldn't seem to stop looking at me either, which was weird.
   "ARIANNA LEUNG!" Mr Pennington screeched.
   I looked around, feeling myself blush.
   "What?"
   "What , sir? Your autobiography," So it was time. I decided to just read it.

----------

   Scott didn't look over in my direction for the rest of the lesson. As the bell went, he eft almost immediately. As I left the classroom, he was waiting for me. He was in the shadows, leant against the wall.
   "Was that real?" He said angrily.
   "Why?" How did he know?
   "Because you just...you seemed different." Oh, he really was angry, but I couldn't figure out why. And to top that, I could feel my mind willing my body to move closer to him, which was not a good idea.
   "Well...Just...Don't judge me, but my life is so pathetic-I mean seriously. I just wanted to seem interesting for once, just once. And then I found some of my mother's old diaries, and started to copy them instead.I know it's ridiculous, and anyone who knows me would know that was fake anyway because I am so against abortions it is untrue. I just wanted...Well it doesn't matter. And it isn't like it's any of you business anyway. You don't even know me. And you didn't bother writing anything so you can't judge me!" I said this last sentence with a certain degree of distress which made the whole thing seem like more of a plea than an explanation.
   Scott just stood there, beaming. The silence was eating me up, but I couldn't break it.
   He started walking forward and he stood about a half meter away from me. He reached forward and took my hands in his. He was real tall.
   "I was worried for a moment," He said, chuckling. My heart was beating so fast at his touch. What is wrong with me? I don't even know him, and I'm head over heels in love with him. Oh my God, this is ridiculous. Grow up!
   "Why would you need to be worried?" This was starting to really confuse me.
   "Come to the cinemas with me, tomorrow night?" He asked, and i averted my gaze from his blazing eyes.
   "Are you asking me out? On a date?" I may have stuttered but at least i got it out there.
   "Yep. So...go on. Yes or no?" My head was spinning so bad and my hand flew to my forhead. Scott steadied me, and then carried me out to my car. He put me in the passenger seat and drove me home. I didn't think he could drive 'cause he usually gets a bus to school. I decided to ask him about that another time. He picked me up again, and I realised I was home.
   I didn't feel him walking up the stairs, but I heard my mother squealing. He told her I had concussion form the crash earlier.
   The minute I felt my mattress underneath me I curled up and fell asleep...

   ...And I dreamt about Scott.