I never really knew why people always obsessed over celebrities. Sure, they were on t.v. or the radio or some magazine, but so what? Under all those pretences and fame was a person like any other. Personally, I refused to 'fall in love' with an actor that played a character. Instead, I fell in love with the character. That may seem like the same thing, but it isn't. During a movie, you learn about the characters on an emotional level, learn about their problems and life. But the actors that play those characters are completely different. They are their own person, and they have their privacy, so I've never wanted to intrude into their lives to learn anything about them. And there has never been a celebrity I've wanted to learn about.

So I wasn't fazed at all when I heard that a teenage actor, who was born and raised in my town, was moving back to finish high school. He had left when he was ten to be featured in a movie, and continued to act in California. He became the pride of my town, though I never thought twice about him. I didn't even remember his name. But I was forced to learn it as my classmates gushed about him in school.

"He's so dreamy! I can't believe he's coming back!"

"I know! It's like we're in one of his movies! Do you think he'll end up falling for one of us?"

"Of course, I'll have him in love with me in no time! Do you think he likes cherry red lip gloss, or baby pink?"

I mentally groaned at the group of girls huddling around the desk next to me. They were all so vain, talking about What's His Face as if he was a piece of meat. My whole school was like this, in an uncontrolled frenzy about the celebrity who would be joining us today.

Right now, I was in my first hour class, waiting for school to start. I always got to school thirty minutes early because of my bus, and always kept myself idle in the time by drawing or reading or listening to music. I had been drawning when the group of girls walked in, ecstatic about our newest student and wondering which class would be graced with his presence. It all made me sick to my stomach.

I was about to put in my earphones to listen to music and drown out the girls, when the bell rang. That meant that class would be starting in five minutes, and I would be expected to turn in the English report I didn't have the time to do over the weekend. English used to be my favorite subject, but now that I was finally in the advanced class, I found that I didn't have the time for it. It was just my luck.

More people were filing into the classroom now. None of them so much as looked at me, as I had always been the outcast. I saw the world so differently from everyone else, and the people of my town were so narrow minded that my being strange automatically made me bad. The odd child that parents didn't want their child associating with. Who was always bound to be a failure and troublemaker. I guess the first is true enough, as I was managing to fail all my classes this year, but that was besides the point.

The ringing of the bell once again drew me out of my reverie as I realized that school was starting. My teacher walked into the room as everyone took their seats, as always, but I noticed something very strange. My teacher, Mrs. Goldsburry, was a strict and blunt teacher, aways in a foul mood and ready to pounce on any student she found violating the rules. But, today, as she walked into the classroom, there was a horribly delighted grin sprawled across her face that sent a bad feeling coursing through my veins. Mrs. Goldsburry never smiled.

"My dear, dear students, you know it has been my privilege to teach you all this year," She gushed, as we all looked at her as if she were crazy. Which might not have been far from the truth. "Today, it is my greatest honor to announce that we have a new student in our class! I am sure you will all welcome Mr. Dylan Cambul with open arms!"

At the name, my face visibly paled. Delighted shrieks instantly filled the classroom, and only grew louder and more lust filled as Dylan entered the room. I admit he was boyishly handsome, with brown hair and beautifully stunning brown eyes. He was the perfect height, not too short and not too tall. Pretty much everything about his looks were perfect, but looks weren't what mattered to me.

As Dylan stood up in front of the class, Mrs. Goldsburry instantly glared at me, saying, "Katarina, Remove your feet from that chair this instance!" using her regular strict voice. She normally didn't have a problem with me resting my feet in the chair of the desk in front of me because no one ever sat there. I guess that little piece of comfort just flew out the window.

Begrudgingly, I slopped my feet down to the floor, my boots resounding loudly in the room, mingling with the giggling of air headed girls. "You may sit back there, in front of Katarina" Mrs. Goldsburry directed, nodding her head in my direction. Dylan thanked her and started walking my way, at the back of the room and next to the windows. Immediately, I flipped over my drawing so he could not see it, as I seldom let anyone ever see my art, and intently stared at my desk. I was angry that he just waltzed in and disrupted any semblance of peace I could attain from this hell hole of a school. I refused to even look at him.

"Hey" He greeted me, turning around in his chair to look at me. I heard the whispers of jealousy from the girls in my class, for I was the first person he talked to. Unluckily for him, he chose the wrong person to try and start a conversation with, as my eyes stayed glued to my paper and I stuck my earphones into my ears, pretending to listen to music. "Or not." He said, turning back around in his seat. I could feel the heated glares on me and almost laughed.

"Okay, everyone come up and put your report on my desk." Mrs. Goldsburry instructed, and everyone got up to turn in their homework except for me and Dylan. Mrs. Goldsburry raised one eyebrow at me, as if to ask, 'Where is your report?', in which I answered with a shrug. She shook her head and said, "Another thirty minute detention, Katarina". I replied with a simple "K" as my classmates snickered around me. High schoolers were so immature.

As Mrs. Goldsburry started her lesson, I turned on my MP3 player and listened to Secrets by OneRepublic and continued drawing. I was halfway through the song when all of a sudden my ear bud was ripped out of my ear. My head snaped up, expecting to see Mrs. Goldsburry glaring at me with her beady little eyes for listening to music in her class again. But instead, I meet Dylan's beautiful brown eyes, as he was twisted in his seat, facing me with my missing ear bud in his ear.

I stared at him, both bewildered and terrified at his actions, as he stated simply, "OneRepublic. Cool" with an irresistably cute smile on his face. Suddenly I remembered what I had been doing before, and flipped my paper back over as fast as I could. His eyes darted down to the paper for a split second, then met mine again as he said, "Oh, don't worry, I already saw it". Once again I was horrified, as I was very insecure and very protective of my art. Having some stranger looking at it without my permission was like asking for World War Three.

"Mind your own business" I snapped quietly, yanking my ear bud out from his ear. I then crumpled up my drawing and shoved it in my bag. He looked a bit sad and confused, but turned around and left me alone anyways. I let out a strangled sigh as I ran my hand through my hair.

"This is going to be one long ass day" I mumbled silently to myself.

Dylan~

I was so glad to be moving back to my home town. I loved acting, but I missed home and the life I used to have there. I missed not having people throw themselves at me because I was famous, missed being normal. So I had decided to finish school back home, if only to gain back a piece of normalcy.

That first day, walking through the hallways to get to class, I realized that I had made a mistake. People stared, girls screamed excitedly and chatted animatedly amongst their friends. I had grown up here, but people still treated me like some big shot, as if I were better than them. Though most celebrities think that's true, I don't. I wanted them to see me as one of them, as just another kid. I wanted to be normal, to be liked for who I was, not for who I pretended to be on TV.

I waited outside my new classroom for my teacher to introduce me. She called out my name and I walked into the classroom. People gasped, their faces showing their shock—but then the room burst into cheers and screams. I knew that with the way it was going, I was going to have a very long year here.

My new teacher, Mrs. Goldsburry, yelled something I didn't quite catch across the room. Looking at the back of the room, I saw a scowling girl in the corner with her feet in the desk in front of her. Her cheeks grew red in anger at Mrs. Goldsburry's remark, and the girl stomped her feet to the ground.

"There, you can go sit in front of Katarina" instructed Mrs. Goldsburry, and I made my way over to my new seat. Immediately, the girl, Katarina, flipped her paper over and stared at her desk, for some reason refusing to meet my gaze. She was the only girl I'd seen at this school who didn't fawn over me, and I became curious. So I turned around in my desk and said, "Hey".

She ignored me, plugging in her headphones and listening to music, still staring at her desk. "Or not" I said, turning back around. A few minutes later, I became curious as to what she was listening to. Turning back around, I saw her completely tuned out and focused on drawing. The drawing was of a building, lines perfect and so detailed. It was such a beautiful drawing, artfully laid across a piece of notebook paper.

Without thinking, I reached over, taking her ear bud and placing it into my ear. I instantly recognized the song Secrets, by OneRepublic. Her head immediately snapped up, her face surprised and her eyes wide. For the first time, our eyes met, and I was surprised to see that her eyes were a stunningly beautiful copper color.

Suddenly panicked, she rushed to flip her drawing over so I could not see it. For a second my eyes flickered down to it, as I wondered why she would try and hide it, before looking back into her eyes. "Oh, I already saw it" I said with a reassuring smile, but I cringed when I saw her face pale, and after a moment, blaze red with anger.

She painfully yanked the ear bud out of my ear, yelling softly so that Mrs. Goldsburry could not hear, "Mind your own business!" She then took her beautiful picture and crumpled it into a ball, shoving it into her backpack. Confused, I turned back in my seat and stared at the front of the class.

But I would not be discouraged. She can be hostile and unfriendly all she wanted, but I'd keep trying, no matter what. I don't know what it was that drove me, but something pulled me to her. Was it curiosity? She was so unlike all the other girls in this school. She had shown no affection to me because of my fame, which I was eternally thankful for.

Katarina also didn't dress the same as everyone else. She wore black boots, jeans, a black hoody and black fingerless gloves. She wore absolutely no makeup. Plus, she had black hair reaching just below her shoulders, all combined to give her a dark appearance. I wondered if she dressed that way on purpose to keep people away. I noticed that people never talked to her, but when she was scolded she was laughed at, and she'd pretend she didn't hear it. She was very mysterious, and I found myself wondering what had happened to make her act this way.

All too soon, class ended. While everyone got up to leave, Kararina stayed in her seat, calmly putting her things away. I tried to get her out of my head as I went to my second hour, half my reason for coming back here being to learn. But I was unsuccessful. I had no idea what was coming over me. Everyone else I saw in the school were the same, but she was so different, the black sheep in a crowd of white. Maybe that's why I was so drawn to her.

Hello good reader! This is my new story! =)

I really hope you all enjoy it! In my computer Applications class, we have an assignment where we had to write to a famous person about computers. It took me awhile to figure out who I wanted to write to, since I don't care for celebrities that much. When I got home, boom! Inspiration for this story! When I started, I had absolutly no idea how anything would go. Now I'm planning and scheming and everythings falling into place!

Like I said, I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review to tell what you think! :)