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Looks can be deceiving (Part One)

 
Written By: Anonymous


I was just an average 18 year old sitting in English. No one thought anything of me, I usually just blended in to the background with my light brown hair and green eyes. The class was split into two teams , we would be asked a question with a one word answer and then we would run up to the front and write the answer on the bored. Of course I was day dreaming (as usual ) about anything but English when suddenly I got pushed to the front, I squealed. As you probably guessed I didn't win it for my team what did get was " why did you scream, so pointless" from Susan Lorriane and those "girls" who believed they were superior to me and everyone else in the world.

I sat back down and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I thought it was probably one of my best friend Sara sitting in another class as bored as I was. While the rest of the class was still playing the game I took a peak at my phone and read the text " I thought your squeal was cute ".

I looked around the room confused, I didn't recognise the number at all. I saw Robert the class nerd staring to space. I spotted Rick Miller looking out the window. Now he was gorgeous, Every girl in the class would just stare at him. Rick had the most amazing blue eyes and warm smile you had ever seen. He hardly spoke to anyone though, except for his "exclusive" group he hung around with. Susan Lorriane was in love with him and believed he was in love with her. Everyone ignored her. I looked around and some of my guy friend smiled at me, I wondered if it was them just playing a joke, but they weren't like that, so I put my phone back in my pocket and decided to ignore it. My phone vibrated again. I opened the text up.

"I need to meet with you, please just meet me in Mr Macdell's classroom at 5"

I didn't know whether it was a joke or not but curiosity got the better of me. I was staying after school as it was to do some extra work.

The bell rang and I walked out the classroom, I didn't tell anyone about the texts, I mean I didn't want to make a fool out of myself did I. English was my last lesson so I went up to the library to do my work, I looked at my watch and realised the time it was 4.55, Mr Macdell's was only down the next corridor so I thought I might as well go. I packed my books up and walked down the corridor and opened the door and walked in.

Mr Macdell's classroom wasn't exactly a classroom as such anymore, but he was in it for so many years to us it would have always been. It was so small it had a few tables in it and was more used for students who would go to extra help classes and it was a nice environment to be around. I put my bag down and sat down on the desk. My heart was racing, I looked up at the clock it was 5.05 'This is stupid, what am I doing?' I thought, I got up off the desk and went to go and pick up my bag. I heard a noise and paused, I could feel someone presents behind me and they put their hand over my eyes

" Please don't go" the voice said.

I remained silent, I put my hands on his that were covering my eyes. My heart stopped, he flinched at my touched. I slowly moved his hands away and turned around. "RICK MILLER" I said a little bit too loudly. A teacher walked pass. He placed two fingers gently on my lips and moved them away slowly as the footsteps were sounding further away.

"Rick Miller!" I said, quieter than before, but my tone remained the same. "What is this, some practical joke."

His eyes seem to sadden "No. I just. I just wanted to see you"

"See me , why?" I wanted to walk out that door , but curiosity got the better of me (again). He walked up closer to me and put a hand on my cheek.

"To get a closer looks at your amazing eyes" he replied gently.

I couldn't help but smile. I was so sweet, but also it was the weirdest thing ever. This was Rick Miller. Mr Cool, Captain of the football team, the guy that all the girls dreamed to be with. I snapped out my smile.

"This isn't right, are you friends going to come out with a videotape sometime soon and show it round the whole school" I said coldly.

"I promise no one is going to I just needed to speak to you, I thought this was the best way" he spoke, that was amazing, but to hear these words coming from this guy seemed unreal.

"I don't understand, why me? So many girls would love to be talking to you right now, I've noticed them looking at you, so you must have" I said, a cold tone in my voice.

" I've seen them, what they obviously haven't seen is me looking at you." he saw me looking confused, "You are amazing, your intelligent, beautiful, funny."

I smiled, "Really?"

He smiled back, "Really" he paused, "Look, I really want to get to know you some more, do you want to go somewhere and hang out. I'd like to take you somewhere a little bit nicer than here," he laughed.

I don't know why I said yes that night, why I decided to go with him. But it was the best decision I have ever made in my life.

To be continued...

Part 2

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