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Every move you make, 

every vow you break, 

every smile you fake, 

every claim you stake, 

I'll be watching you...

                                 Every Breath You Take - The Police

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"Ione, your friends are here."

"I'm coming, tell them to wait a little bit." I reply to my mum and hastily, wear my jeans. I spray some perfume, fetch my bag and go downstairs, where I see Mark eating and Rachel scolding him.

"You just came here, and you're already eating? You're impossible." I chuckle as he shrugs, unable to speak due to his mouth being full. "Good morning, Rachel."

"Good morning. You're in a good mood." She states and I look at her through my eyelashes as I take an apple from the basket. "How so?"

"It's the beginning of our last year in college. A new start, I suppose. And finally one year before University." I take a bite off my apple. "Where is everyone else?"

"Ben, was running late so he told me he'll meet us at school. Jane and Ashley will be here in a couple of minutes, they--" She doesn't get to finish what she was saying when two brunettes, burst through my front door. "Well, they came."

"Why isn't any of you knocking?" I point at everyone but they don't bother replying. Each of them having something else to occupy themselves instead of answering.

"Where is Ben?"

"Well, good morning to you too, Ashley."

"Oh, yeah. Good morning Mark."

"Ben is not here, he was running late. He'll meet us there." I inform her and a frown finds the way to her lips.

"What happened, Ashley?" Mark asks her with a teasing voice, and a mischievous smirk. Rachel slaps his arm and he looks at her with wide eyes.

"Why did you do that?" I can't help but laugh at Rachel's expression. If looks could kill he would be dead by now.

"You're an idiot." She shakes her head. She leans closer to his ear, whispering something, making him nod and smirk.

"You're feisty today, I love it."

"Shut up, Mark." I slap the back of his head. "Now, let's go."

Everyone gets up and we all head to Mark's vehicle. I sit in the back seat in the middle, between Ashley and Jane. Mark starts driving, he takes Rachel's hand in his and intertwines their fingers. He lifts her hand to his lips and leaves a sweet kiss on top of it. I see Rachel blushing, while smiling shyly at the ground. I smile at the couple and wonder, if anyone, ever will treat me like Mark, treats Rachel. I shake my head. I don't even have a boyfriend to begin with.

We stop in the school's parking lot. I see Ben approaching, Ashley tenses next to me and my hand finds hers. I squeeze it tightly. She looks at me with a totally nervous expression and I simply nod. She understands exactly what I mean. She gets out of the car and hugs him. Her smile is big and her eyes shine bright. Ben looks down at her lovingly, wrapping his arms, tightly around her petite frame.

"Aghhh, Ben. I haven't seen you in months." I give him a hug. Squeezing his as tight as I can. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, all of you." Everyone surrounds him in a giant hug. I can hear his bubbly laugh.

"Hey, guys. He can't breathe. Let him take some air." Ashley whines and Mark mocks her.

"That's it. Mark! Come here, we need to talk!"

"What?! No, Rachel baby. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please." He falls to his knees and pleads her, but she doesn't change her mind. Mark gets up and whispers something to her ear that makes her all flustered and hot. I leave them on their own and decide to get in the building.

My eyes are fixated on the ground until I hear his voice. So deep and smooth. I raise my head and to see him chatting with his friends in a corner. His eyes are closed and wrinkles appear around them. His contagious laughter fills the hallway with joy. He slowly opens his eyes, while still having the biggest smile painted on his face. His beryl eyes, are shinning with delight. My heart thuds in my chest and I feel like someone might have stolen the oxygen out of the room.

I look away. My head is spinning. The light he radiates has blinded me once and for all. I keep walking down the hallway and enter my first class. English. Hopping to at least get him out of my mind.

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The day went by quickly that I didn't understand how I was once again at home. "Mum, I'm home." I shout.

"I'm in the kitchen, darling." I take off my shoes and step into the kitchen. The sweet smell of food fills my nostrils and sends my stomach in a fit of rumbling.

"Are you hungry?"

"Very." I state dramatically and my mum laughs lightly. "Where is dad?"

"He went out of town. Didn't I tell you yesterday?"

"No."

"Oh, it might have slipped my mind." She places my food in front of me and sits next to me, while placing her plate on the wooden table. "So, how was school?"

"Same old, same old. Nothing new, really. I'm just very happy that this is my last year in there. I can't wait to go to university." I sigh. My mum caresses my hair and kisses the top of my head.

"You will. Don't be eager. Enjoy this year. You never know what will happen. Okay? I want to see you happy."

"Okay, mum." We both finish our meal and I decide to go up to my room. I lie in bed, my hands rest on top of my stomach, as my mind wonders in the pit of my imagination. I sigh and take the box that's under my bed, in my hands. I slowly open it and take out a picture of him. I graze my fingertips over the place where his neck is. I close my eyes, and take a big breath.

Everyone would think I'm mad. I have pictures of someone who doesn't know me under my bed. But I can't explain it. I can't even understand how I came to this point. This is not something I would do. It just happened. The first day I saw him, was two years ago. I saw him in the coffee shop with his friends after the first day of school and I was somehow hooked. I couldn't look anywhere else but him. Something on him made my heart flutter in my chest. I knew he would never look at me. He was in the football team (soccer for the Americans). He still is. He is considered 'popular'.

I started 'stalking' his social media after a while. Since then I haven't stopped. He isn't the type of guy to go with tons of girls and dump them after one night. Since he came to our school he had only one relationship. He looks happy, joyful and goofy. That drew me somehow closer to him. All I can think of, are his eyes. His kindness and smile. He had been a necessity to me from the first day. He somehow makes a smile come to my face even through these pictures.

I've been so hopelessly in love with someone who doesn't know me. How twisted is that? How cruel? Knowing that the one you want the most, doesn't know you and probably never will. There's no way that he will want to be with me. Ever. Not because I'm not pretty, but just because I would never find the courage to talk to him. And I doubt he would like my awkwardness. What would a graceful rose do with the awkward and plain daisy?

I smile sadly at the picture in front of me. A tear falls from my eye, on top of it. I quickly wipe it away and hide the pictures back in the box. My arms reach my knees as I lay in bed, slowly drifting into the imaginary world of dreams, with his presence still lurking in the depths of my mind.

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So, that's it. If you're wondering her name is pronounced I-OH-nee

Excuse the mistakes. 

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Steph xx.