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Prologue

You Know You Love Me

I glanced over at him for probably the tenth time this period. His drowsy, dark eyes looked up from the table and he flashed a weak grin towards me, just like he always did when he caught me staring. With my heart secretly melting, I had to smile back.

I’ve known him personally for about only a week, but I was for sure falling for Travis Rodriguez.

Words could not even describe him. He’d arrived to school by skateboard, he played the trumpet in our school’s jazz band, he was friends with almost everyone, he was kind and funny, and I couldn’t believe that I fell for him so quickly.

“So did you learn how to play One on guitar yet?” I questioned, knowing that talking about music would always strike up a conversation with him.

That mischievous yet sexy grin of his appeared on his face once again. “Most of it,” he boasted with a shrug. “You?”

I shook my head. “Only the intro,” I replied sheepishly, satisfied with myself that I had got the conversation going again.

Travis leaned forward, his face closer to mine; I instinctively leaned farther back on my chair. “See, during the into solo…”

He seemed unfazed by it as he went off, explaining how to successfully nail the Metallica song in a vocabulary unfamiliar to a novice guitar player like myself.

“Wow,” I commented after his thorough, yet confusing, lecture. “Sounds kinda pro for someone that can’t read tabs,” I teased lightly, although still impressed by his guitar-playing knowledge. He also just started playing the guitar, but he knew a handful of tricks.

He simply smiled smugly and shrugged as he leaned back on the chair.

Many times I wondered why I liked Travis. He was cute, but not hot. Not the type of guy appearance-wise I would go for. He was sort of a pervert, but that was one thing that made him so funny. I thought of him as a little soft because his favorite band was Taking Back Sunday, and they weren’t exactly metal.

But who am I to point out his flaws? Myself? I’m shy towards certain people and a little on the chubby side; I was pretty self-conscious about myself. My best friend is the one person that knows me the most, and she doesn’t even know the whole me.

Travis was also hilarious, but also seemed to laugh at my jokes. He was the cute one, but he always looked at me like I was decent-pretty even.

Those mysterious eyes of his wandered back up to the clock and a sigh escaped from his full, pale lips. “I hate this class,” he murmured for the second time today. He said that a lot, but I was hoping he’d at least like this class because he liked talking to me.

“Yeah.” I nodded in agreement. This class sucked and swallowed. The long-term sub that just started teaching our class a week ago was annoying and boring as hell and couldn’t teach for shit. But being at the same table with Travis almost made geometry my favorite class.

Travis secretly pulled out his I-pod from his pocket, glancing over his shoulder so Miss Edge wouldn’t catch him using electronics during class. His head turned back and that grin never left his face.

“I hate you,” I muttered playfully, jealous that he could drown out Miss Edge’s boring lecture about special triangles while I had to sit through the whole thing. Boring times like these made me wish I had an I-pod.

For some reason he’d always laugh whenever I told him that I hated him. “You know you love me,” he teased. That was his usual comeback towards my statement.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back my smile, but I knew it was still showing. “I don’t,” I denied teasingly as I shook my head.

He nodded, putting his black headphones in one ear. “Oh yes you do,” he argued.

Both our lips twisted into a small smile.

Okay, he won that argument.

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