Average girl

Amelia is an average girl. Average knowledge, average looks. But yet, she doesn't have many friends. She is sweet and caring and absolutely adores everybody. She tries her best not to judge the people she meets, and that is what got her in this situation. When a new student starts at the start of the school year, she is quick to jump head in on trying to make the person feel comfortable. Yet what happens when this new student is the bad boy Blake Harris? Does the magic sparkle or will they even be friends?

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1. Hi, i'm Amelia

I tugged into my jeans, and looked up into the mirror. This was a bad habit of mine, checking in the mirror a lot to make sure I still looked okay. The boys in my school had always loved making fun of me, since my very first day. So I always made sure that they wouldn't be able to find something to pick on. 
I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my ponytailed hair. The sweater I was wearing was a bit big, but in that way I could easier hide. It was a dull grey color, again to blend in with the walls. I had always loved colors as a child, and still did, but after I started in grade 11, or juniors class, I never wore color. 

I grabbed an apple on the way out, because my mom had always had this rule that us kids weren't allowed to go to school without eating breakfast. I quickly swallowed down the apple and jumped on my bike, putting my headphones in my ears. 

5 minutes later, I entered the school. The hallways were loud, and filled with laughter, fun and good mornings. But none of the good mornings were meant for me. I got to my locker without getting even a glare from anyone and put away my school bag. 
All of the sudden two girls next to me started whispering, but it wasn't about me. Then I heard the speakers, reminding me of what I had forgotten.

"Amelia Jones. Report to the office."

I had completely forgotten that I had promised to help out the new student that started today. I closed my locker and started, almost, jogging down the hallway. Now I was noticed. Unfortunately. But I ignored all of their whispers and giggles, and focused on the fact that I might just get another friend today. 
I know you noticed the "another" part of that sentence. That's right. I do have a few friends. My weird drama-freak friend called Millie, the music genius Harvey & last but not least, Bethany, the nerd of the school. Millie and me had always been friends, since we were little, but Harvey and Bethy joined us when they started here.

I reached the office, and went inside. There were no one in the waiting room, so I figured that the new student was still talking to the headmaster. So I walked over to the counter and told the secretary that I was here. I was told to sit down and wait a few minutes. So I did, but after not any longer than a minute, the door opened.

"Glad that we had this talk Blake. Oh, this is Amelia. She will be your guide, and you can ask her pretty much everything."

I rose up from the chair and grabbed his hand. I felt frozen. He was extremely good-looking. Like a whole lot good-looking.

"Ehmm Hi?"

His voice sent tingles down my back, but I had to keep it together. So I quickly started rambling on about the school while following him out the door. He was definitely a bad-boy. Just the way he walked oozed of confidence. But I guess I could be friends with a bad-boy? The bell rang, and told me the guided tour was over. 

"What do you have in your first period?"

He looked at me with a dark glance, not showing any emotions. 

"English."

"Fine. That's just down the hall. Third door to your left. I have math, so I can't show you, but I'll see you at lunch?"

"sure."

He didn't exactly sound that thrilled of the idea. I think he put together that I wasn't that popular at this school. 
I entered math-class and sat down next to Millie. She pulled down her hood, took out her headphones and hugged me. 

"Good morning! Were you in trouble?! I heard that you should 'Report to the office'"

She said that last bit in a funny very formal voice. I laughed at her, she always wanted a little bit drama in her life. 

"No, I had signed up to help the new student."

"Damn... It would have been funnier if you had been in trouble..."

"I love you too Millie."

"Well, was it a he or a she?"

"A he."

I looked down into the table trying to focus on the strange drawing that was drawn on the desk.

"Uhhh! Millie likes! A hottie or a nottie?"

"Definitely a hottie..."

I felt my cheeks warm up at the thought of him. His warm brown eyes, his lips that were always curved up in a crooked smile, like he was planning a master plan inside his head. His leather jacket fitted tight on his broad shoulders and his muscular arms. Even his well-fitting jeans.

Our math teacher entered the doors and shushed us down. He sat down and started rambling on about a new math test that we had to prepare for. But I couldn't focus, because all I was thinking about was Blake...

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