• CHAPTER 1
    Today was a real exciting day for my school; we all had been informed that there was a new student that was attending starting today. In any other school, this probably wouldn’t be very big news. Here, though, it was one of the very few causes for excitement, because our school was so small that everyone knew everyone.
    So today I was dressing up extra cute, well, to impress him. Yes, it was a he, his name was Ian Stelps. Maybe, just maybe, he won’t be a stuck up jock. I wasn’t betting on it.
    Today, I threw on my only blue outfit; a deep blue, ruffled, ultra mini skirt, a tight fitted, ice blue, v-neck long sleeved T-shirt, and my dark blue flip flops. It was still early fall so it was still appropriate to wear this. I wasn’t entirely confident about myself, I was skinny but not really pretty, but I had promised my friends that I would wear this outfit, and I don’t break promises, however weird and nutty they might be.
    I looked at myself in my huge mirror, and critiqued myself. My skirt made my legs look long, quite a feat actually, considering that I’m only 5’ 4”. The shirt made me look skinny, but not stick-lick. Now for the hard part… my make up.
    I’d never been very good at make up, so I almost always just wear cover up and foundation. So, today I was going to try on more makeup, like mascara and lip-gloss. I shuddered, thinking about all of the possible things that could go wrong, but put on a brave face and started. I brushed on my foundation, and I almost stopped right there. Deep breathe. I shut my eyes and brought the mascara brush up to my face.
    WAIT! My eyes snapped open and the brush was right there. Best to do this with my eyes open. I dragged the brush across my lashes, thrust it into its container and stood breathing heavily. There. I looked in the mirror, and was satisfied with what I saw.
    My hair was the color of light caramel, and down to the middle of my back. It had brown and blond streaks through it, and it was natural. I was not very athletic, but I played volleyball, so my arms were muscular. I flexed them in the mirror, did a body builder pose, and laughed at myself.
    “Molly! Breakfast time!” my mom called up the stairs. I could smell cinnamon rolls, so I dashed down the stairs and plopped into a seat. My mom placed a plate in front of me and I dug in. She laughed quietly and went back to cleaning up. “You look nice” she noted. My mom was like that, the kind of person that missed nothing.
    “Mmmm” was all I said. Then I thought of something, “Mom? Does this color make my eyes look even weirder?” I asked anxiously. My eyes were the color of water, and they moved like they were MADE of water. It freaked me out. It looked like there were waves in my eyes. Blue might make them look creepier. I hated them, because they made me different from everyone else. The first thing anyone notices about me, are my eyes. Well, I guess, on the bright side, I won’t ever be over looked.
    “Look here” she said. Is she going to tell me the truth? I wondered. “Actually, no it doesn’t, sweetie. They look as beautiful as always, well time for school” she said lightly. She’s lying… I murmured thanks, jumped out of my chair, and skipped out the door.
    I guess I wasn’t on time like I’d thought. I was walking along, taking my time, when I checked my phones clock. It was 7:29. School started at 7:30. I started sprinting down the sidewalk toward my school. Finally I made it to my school, up the stairs and into the building. All was silent in the hallways, and that meant that I was REALLY late. Usually there were the few kids just lingering, but not even them were in the hall. I rushed to my first class.
    “Good morning, Molly” Mr. F said sarcastically as I rushed into the room late, again. “Glad to know that you were able to make it, take a seat” he said. I blushed deeply and took a seat without looking to see who was in the seat next to me. I heard a quiet laugh and glanced over to my right. Hmmm… I don’t know him. Wait a second. I don’t know him? I looked back, and sure enough, I was sitting next to the new guy.
    “Morning” he whispered, “Molly, is it?” I just kept staring. I mean, I would have been staring anyway, ‘cause he was H-O-T-T hott, but he had eyes that looked like they were flaming inside. They were… like mine, but different.
    Then he froze, staring into my eyes, he must have realized that my eyes were as weird as his, but my eyes were moving water, not fire. I turned around and moved my Carmel blond hair in between him and me as a curtain. There, now he couldn’t stare at me. I saw a hand come up to my hair, and he swept my hair behind my ear, and then turned my face toward him again.
    “Yah, that’s my name” I murmured softly, “And your Ian, right?” He nodded and dropped his hand. I couldn’t look away from his eyes; they were exquisite, beautiful, and full of curiosity.
    Mr. F cleared his throat and practically shouted, “If you two love birds are done staring at each other and talking, I’d like to get back to my lecture” and the class abruptly burst into laughter. I blushed a deep red and looked at my paper.
    When class was over, I turned around to get up, but felt a hand on my shoulder, then Ian said “Wait, what class do you have next?” we compared schedules, and it turned out we had almost every class together. “Can I sit by you? I don’t know any one…” he trailed off, and I knew that he was making up an excuse.
    “We’ll talk after school” I waited until he nodded, and added, “Yeah I’ll sit by you”. When I said that, his fire eyes lit up to make them look even hotter, like the flame had been turned up. I smiled and led him to the next class. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes racing up and down my outfit every few seconds, and I felt pleasure, for some strange reason. What feeling I couldn’t get rid of was the one that I was being watched, so I glanced around and, sure enough, everyone was staring.