Green eyes stare back at me through my bathroom mirror, or maybe I stare at them. Supposedly my best feature, I don't understand what all the fuss was over. Eyes are just eyes, right? Just like noses are noses and eyebrows are eyebrows and lips -

At that thought a particular pair of lips flash in my mind. His lips.

I bend down to the basin and splash cool water on my face in an attempt to wash the image and all the feelings that go with it away, permanently would be nice.

Some of the water trickles down into my hoodie sleeve and I squirm. Worst feeling. Ever.

Once again, I'm face to face with the mirror. I've never really fussed over my appearance, and I'm not sure if there's any reason for that besides simply not being bothered. However, since today is the first day back at school i decide to apply a subtle amount of mascara. I decide I'm happy with that and leave the bathroom before I change my mind. Last night I had tried to decide what I would wear, you know, being the first day of school and all. However I mustn't have actually got around to it since I am now standing in front of my closet, looking blankly at the clothes spilling out of the unorganised mess because although I wish I was some sort of neat freak who always has a clean room, I'm not.

"ALANA HONEY ARE YOU AWAKE?" My mother screams from somewhere downstairs, presumably the kitchen as I notice the smell of banana muffins. Yum, I hope there isn't any sultanas.

I smile to myself, before answering, "Yes, I am!" and with that I pull out my phone and my eyes widen at the time it displays.

8:02

My hand instinctively reaches for my ripped black jeans and one of my grey hoodies, you can never have enough grey hoodies. I finish the outfit with my Adidas sneakers and try not to think about how basic I must look.

I run down the stairs, my heavy bag threatening to pull my arm out of its socket, before embracing my mom in a quick hug, my arm reaching out behind her to grab one of the freshly baked muffins. "Bye mom, love you!" I spit out quickly and then I'm running out the door, just as she mirrors a reply,

"Bye Alana, love you!" I hear her say, thankful she isn't making a big fuss of my last, first day of high school.

I hate being late to school, but what I hate even more is making a fool of myself by running after my bus. And I hope to God that running won't be necessary, even if my shoes are appropriate.

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By what has to be some kind of miracle, I make it to school before the bell. I hop off the bus with a small thud, muttering a quick thanks behind me to the driver. I walk up the steps slowly, considering what would happen if I decided to run back down, if I kept running and never returned, it could work out. I've heard of a lot of successful high school drop outs. Who needs school? Algebra who?

But before I can actually think about it, the possibility is completely wiped away by a voice. His voice. Maybe it's because when he talks I lose all rational thinking, every train of thought, and my brain blocks out every thing but him.

"Come on, turtle. The bells about to ring. And although I like watching your cute little butt walk up the steps, you're incredibly slow and I have places to be." His smooth, deep voice dares me to turn around, and I can already vision the smirk he has pulling at his lips as I pivot to face him, plastering the best unbothered look on my face.

I pray it hasn't shattered. I'm standing two steps up from where he stands, so we're about at eye level. I didn't expect it to hurt so much when I saw him. His hair has grown longer since I saw him last, a few stray brown strands fell onto his perfect face. I try not to get lost in his chocolate eyes when I finally gather the courage to speak.

My voice comes out more confidently than I had expected, "Hey Theo."

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A.N-

Hey there readers!

For starters, I don't believe in planned stories. In my case anyway. Sure it works for some people, but I love reading - not knowing what could happen next, unexpected turns of events, you know what I mean.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is I don't know what's going to happen in this story just yet, it's the first story I've written and I'm finding my feet.

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this first chapter and just let me know who you are! Don't hide behind the screen :)