//Author's Note://

This is my first story that I'm posting on here. I'm sorry if this story sounds cheesy. I wasn't intent on writing a romance story about high schoolers. But I was extremely bored one day and thought of this bizarre yet disturbing story. Yes, there are some disturbing sexual aspects of this story. I don't know how to write about sexual situations, but I will try my best.

And I'm terribly sorry for the terrible title. I have trouble coming up with titles. And the names were just picked off the top of my head.

I do hope you enjoy though!


Chapter One: Sara

I didn't want to hear those words.

I already have someone that I like.

It was like the drop of a boulder on the pristine surface of an iced pond. It shattered the ice, boring a jagged and ugly hole and emptying into black nothingness. I died that day, in that pond. I drowned in my own misery and the disappointment of hearing those words.

I only thanked God that it wasn't me who confessed to him. That foolish girl saved me the humiliation. I think I would have died twice over if I heard those words being said to me. But it wasn't me. Thank God.

I didn't dare to turn my head or even twitch my eyes in that direction. I kept my head low, concealing my glum face under my savage and uncombed hair. I proceeded to walk with haste, hoping that no one noticed that my body had gone rigid the moment I heard those distasteful words. I gripped my tray real tight and they kind of shook. The plastic fork rattled and the hotdog I had gotten started to roll around inside the bun. When I got to my table, I brushed my hair away from my eyes and scoffed to myself.

Haha, it's okay. It was only one-sided, remember? I couldn't expect him to like me back. No. Who would like me anyway? No one. No one, Sara. Not even your damn parents.

Then I put on a smile as my friend followed up with her own trophy hotdog of the day. She sat down before me. I hadn't even realized she sat down until she spoke to me.

"Sara, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I quickly seated myself and began to devour the hotdog. Some ketchup smudged along the corners of my mouth.

"I heard it too, you know," she said with a worried look.

"What are you talking about? Heard what?" I knew she wasn't going to buy me playing dumb. She knew me inside and out. She was practically my underwear.

"Don't try to be ignorant. I know you heard it too."

"I seriously have no idea what you are talking about, Kat."

"I already have someone that I like?" Kathleen mimicked, trying to make her voice manly.

"Like it matters anyway," I shrugged. I was already half way through my hotdog. Kathleen took a bite out of hers.

"Sara, it's okay. I know how you feel. You probably feel bit disappointed."

A bit? More like I-want-to-die disappointed.

"What. So you had a crush on him since junior high--"

"Elementary," I corrected her.

"Whoa. Seriously? That's...depressing."

"I know," I said sternly. Then I shook my head and smiled.

"It's okay. I'm kind of stupid really. I've had this unrequited crush on him for the longest time and he hasn't even looked at my direction. He probably doesn't even know I exist. I'm probably just another freak who has a silent crush on him. This is embarrassing," I grouched. I sighed heavily after I had finished everything on my lunch tray.

"Why do you like him so much anyway? What's so great about him? Okay, besides the fact that he is the smartest kid alive in this school. He's not even good-looking. Look at the way his hair is all messy and icky. It's like your hair. And those stupid glasses he wears. When I see him, the first word that comes to my mind is 'nerd'. Maybe he's not your average over-the-top nerd, but he is definitely a nerd. I'll give him credit for dressing better than some popular kids though."

"No. You don't understand. You'll just laugh at me."

"Try me," Kathleen smirked.

"He's kind. He's an angel. You don't know how many times I've run into him throughout school. You know I'm clumsy as hell. I drop everything. And most of the time, the other stupid people don't even help me. But he...he always gives up a bit of his time to help me. And then when he walks away, it makes me like him even more. Oh God, why am I telling you this?"

"Seriously? That's why you like him? Because he helps you pick up your papers that you dropped because of your stupidity?"

"He is handsome. He just wears huge glasses to cover his face. I don't think he likes attention. I've seen his face before without his glasses. He has long eyelashes and if you look closely you can see they're silver colored. His laugh is like music. His fingers are gentle and warm. He's not loud. He's modest. He doesn't look down on you because you're stupider than him. There's too many likeable features about him that I can' even describe them to you, Kat. He's indescribable." I felt my face grow hot as I talked about all this.

"Jesus Christ. You're a freak, Sara. Really. You seriously are drowning in love with this man."

Drowning. Yes. I was drowning. In love? I wasn't so sure.

I sighed heavily. Then the bell rang to wrap up the lunch period. As I threw away my tray, I noticed a looming presence behind me. I turned my head to catch the gaze of a pair of warming blue eyes. He didn't smile. He only looked at me and then turned away, carrying his books under one arm and disappearing around the corner. I felt like I had had temporary cardiac arrest.

Kathleen had watched it all from the sidelines. As if she was watching me to feed her boredom. Then she came up behind me and put her arm slyly through mine and dragged me along with her.

"You need to forget about that guy. It's time that you had a little fun with yourself. I know some place we can go to tonight. It'll get the stress off your shoulders. Trust me. You'll thank me for taking you there," Kathleen said in a hushed voice.

I frowned. Some place to relieve my stress? If we were going to a club, I was going to be count out. I wasn't that kind of person.

"Where?" I asked, just to be sure.


Then she smiled deviously and pulled me along to class.