-Hey Mr King of the jocks, do you want to stop trying to get into my pants? Thankyou-

Authors note - hahaha this title made me laugh when I thought of it so I thought I'd write it up; yeah first chapters suck usually but if I do bother carrying on it will get better, unless I really suck bad ... we'll see. Votes and comments will be greatly appreciated thanks.

Peace out... (yeah I overuse '...' what of?)

1

There really is nothing better than being curled up in your boyfriend's arms by a fire or something on a wintry night. I mean, it doesn't matter whether you're talking, lying in your bed or watching the TV or whatever but there's nothing like it.

And right now, it was nothing like it.

Ethan, my eighteen year old boyfriend, was off on the trip of a lifetime round Asia to 'find himself' and 'see the world' and I could only connect to him via video chat every night and the few and far between phone calls. I had wanted to come, but I had to finish my senior year at high school first and I wasn't an adventure type of person like he was... but if it meant being with him for all those months...

"Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it, its only eight months remember?"

It didn't sound too bad when he put it like that. But three months of that eight had passed and I missed him more than I could believe.

Right now, his face was on the screen in front of me. That floppy blonde hair I was always trying to get him to cut, but secretly loved and those cute, boyish dimples. All of it I wished I could see for real, to touch, he hadn't kissed me for three months. Three months!

"I miss you" I said, smiling at him.

"I miss you too babe" he replied, his brow furrowing "how are things at school?"

"There fine, pretty boring actually just your typical high school drivel. Its not been interesting since you left."

"Yeah well, I am the light of your life" he smiled back at me but looked a bit distracted for some reason.

"What did you do?" I asked quickly.

"Oh, we were climbing the foot of this mountain and we're camped out in this hut" he picked up the laptop and showed me around the homely looking log cabin. It looked so exotic and exciting.

"Your days beat mine by far basically I have to write an essay for History and had Shania cry for hours about her break up with Mike, they'll be back together today I bet. I would love to climb a mountain or something, get out this town at least" I replied.

"Why don't you come on a holiday like this when you get out of high school then?" he asked.

"We're going to University together next year, remember?' I reminded him, and realization spread across his face.

"Sorry, I forgot."

I laughed, I was constantly talking about it, University was going to be amazing I could just tell. I couldn't see how he could forget, on the screen he put his hand forward as if he was trying to reach me then pulled it back again.

"What was that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He laughed, looking a bit stupid.

"I wanted to brush some hair out of your eyes like I used to, then I realized I couldn't" he looked sheepish and it made me feel as sick feeling in my stomach that I couldn't see him. I rested my hand on the keyboard and he put his in the same position, we were holding hands... hundreds, thousands of miles apart.

"Look, sorry Haze, but I've really got to go its getting late" I looked at the time and got a shock to realize it was nearly three am, and I was actually shattered.

"I didn't realize how late it was" I said, in surprise and looked back at that face I missed so much, only five more months... just five...

"I love you" he said, and my heart still jolted to hear those words. He took ages to say them, and only told me as he left and gave me that parting kiss.

"I love you more" I replied "bye."

"Get some sleep" he advised, and leant forward to switch off the video then he disappeared into darkness. I sighed, and closed my laptop, pulled down my night mask and collapsed into my welcoming bed.

My alarm clock rudely awakened me at eight the next morning, and I was shattered. I slammed the snooze button and rolled over. Thanks to the cheap curtains my room was unnaturally bright and it made my eyes bleary and painful, even when I closed them I saw the pink of my eyelid and that looked so strange I might as well of got out of my bed.

I sat up, and swung my legs out into the cold air of my room. I got dressed as quickly as possible into skinny jeans and my old hoodie, I checked my reflection in the mirror, and smiled. I wasn't up myself or anything; my looks weren't stunning or anything. I had a kind of pixie like face and slanted, slate gray eyes, my hair fell in dirty blonde waves around my shoulders. Its just when I saw my face, I also saw the face Ethan loves.

Today I put it in cute bunches and brushed on some makeup, then grabbed my bag and walked out the door. My thirteen year old sister Nina was prancing around in a mini skirt in front of the hallway mirror.

"Hey Hazel, do you like my skirt?" she asked as I tried to creep past. I took a look down an it, it was bright and looked more like a belt.

'You'd be more subtle if you went out naked" I replied.

She narrowed her eyes "at least I don't dress like a frigid cow."

"Puberty's a bitch ain't it sis?" I asked, smiling at her condescendingly, and then ruffled her hair. She looked like she wanted to slap me; I walked down the stairs before she had the chance.

"Hey mum" I said as I shoved toast in my mouth as quickly as possible, glancing at the clock on the wall. Mum looked up at me from her chair where she was sat, chain smoking in a white nightdress... she looked very - supermodel.

"Hazel" she smiled faintly, mum really wasn't a morning person. As far as I was aware she wasn't an anything person, I wasn't sure what was entirely wrong with her but she sort of just sat around in her pyjamas all day, smoking and eating potato chips then at the weekends got dressed up and went out with her friends. I didn't mind, I was old enough to look after myself and it was quite fun having a cool mum, she didn't ask when I took money or brought Ethan home. Suzan had a dad who wouldn't let her stay out past ten, and have any male people come back to her house at all.

"Mum, I don't suppose you could give me a lift could you?" I knew the answer, but it was worth a shot.

"Why do you need to go in so early?" she asked.

"I wanted to show Ms Siler something" I replied, then reached into my bag and pulled out the piece of paper which was sticking out and handed it to her. Her eyes ran across the page and she handed it back, smiling at me.

"I'm so proud of you honey" she said "I'll give you a lift if you wait five minutes."

It took about ten minutes, and she came down wearing ripped jeans and a way too low cut top. She was apologetic of course, but silent as she drove me into school. I kissed her on her soft cheek before jumping out and yelling my thanks. As she pulled away I walked through the school gates, no one turned round to stare at me walking in like they did in books, no one ran up to me, no guys double took me. When I was a kid, I used to dream of being popular and stunning, but now I was glad I wasn't. It involved too much drama, I just wanted a happy, peaceful life.

I ignored my friends, stood in a tight circle in one corner of the field and went straight into the English block. There was barely anyone in there, just a couple of kids waiting outside offices nervously or nerds hiding away from bullies, I didn't notice any of them and just walked straight to Ms Siler's office. There was talking coming from inside, laughing, I knocked on the door and heard hushed noises. She opened the door a few moments later, pushing back her golden hair and looking a bit flustered.

"Hazel" she smiled, behind her I saw Mr Harris, a maths teacher looking a bit bashful. I smiled to myself, "we were just talking."

"Sure" I said, then handed her the piece of paper. Her eyes scanned the paper, and a slow smile spread across her face.

"This is definitely the one" she said, simply.

-CAN'T SLEEP, THINKING OF U XX -

So when you get that type of text, can you help but feel a bit weak at the knees and make you grin like an idiot?

If it was just me, I still loved the feeling.

We filed into the creative writing classroom, I was half listening to Suzan and Aston's conversation.

"Haze?" said Suzan, jolting me into looking up at her.

"Yeah?" I said.

"What do you think?"

"About what?" I asked tersely.

She sighed "you never listen."

"Sorry Ethan texted me" I held up my phone and heard her 'aww'.

"Why are you the luckiest girl in the world?" she demanded.

I shrugged "just lucky I guess" I replied. Everyone made there way to their seats, chatting and getting books out as slowly as possible like the beginning of every lesson. As Ms Siler came in and the chatting grew quieter, as the person behind her walked in, everyone went silent.

"Class, this is our class transfer. I'm sure some of you know him."

Everyone knew him, he was just about the last person on earth I would expect to see right now.

Jude Steele.

I sighed, and looked at the only free space in the classroom. Which also happened to be the one next to me.