I'm going to school with Alan. I know that he hated me because I took his parent's attention away from him. I can understand why he hate me but I don't want him to hate me. He seems like such a nice guy. I try everything I can to make him like me. I smile at him in the morning, I was polite and I greeted him. He return the favor by glaring at me. That's when I decided that maybe I should give up and leave him alone.
My new school is called Oakside High School. The first few period wasn't bad until rumor spread around that I'm living with Alan. Apparently, Alan's very popular in school. That seems logical because he is pretty handsome. He had blonde hair that's overgrown adn uneven. It covered his left eye but it stopped right before his right eye. This gave him a mysterious feeling. Like his mother, he had brown eyes.
He's wearing a short sleeved black T-shirt, faded blue jeans and black shoes with white laces. Alan clearly didn't spend a lot of time planning out him outfit but it still looked good on him. A lot of girls had crushes on him. I can tell by the way they look at him. He had his little group of popular friends. i'm not sure what their name is since I wasn't paying attention to the gossips going around.
Before lunch, I went to my locker and I got tons of hate letters. I throw most of them away and I can feel girls glaring at me. I'm knew that I needed to get used to the attentions. At my old school, Levison High School, nobody seems to notice me so I'm used to not getting a lot of attention. It's kind of the same thing here except that I'm calling attention to myself by living with Alan.I didn't want to eat lunch so I decided to skip lunch and go to the library. I did that often at my old school so it wasn't anything new. The library in Oakside High School was bigger than the one we had in Levison High School. I picked out a couple of book that I was reading in my old school and sat at the table that's right next to a window. I was the only one here besides the librarian so it was really peaceful. I started on the book "Heartful." I was so into my book that I didn't notice that somebody sat next to me.
"Is that a good book?" The person asked. I looked up and my eyes met with his. He had dark brown hair that covered a little bit of his hazel eyes. His eyes had a twinkle in them like a curious kid who can't wait to open his Christmas presents.
"Ya. It's a very good book. My teacher from my old school recommended it to me. Have you read it before?" I know I sounded like a nerd but I don't know what else to said.
"I read it before. I really enjoy it. I'm Christian Avaro. What's your name?" he asked.
"My name's Jasmine Kailise."
"Oh! You're the person who's living with Alan!" he exclaimed quietly knowing that we are in the library.
"Ya. I guess you can say that." I shrugged.
"I don't mean to offend you," he said," I guess the girls here are giving you a hard time. I saw all the hate letters you thrown away." He blushed a little, "I was kind of observing for from a distance."
"Oh. Is there a reason why you are observing me?" I asked. I seen in books that people observe other people to improve themself, for a project and etc. He doesn't seem like the person who does that.
"No reasons really. You just seem special."
"Thanks. That's what my parent used to say before they die."
"Oh. Did I bring up some unwanted memories? I don't mean to make you upset."
"No, you didn't. That's the reason I'm living with Alan anyway. My father wanted me to live with Mrs. Lotte who's my mother's best friend. Alan doesn't seem to like me. I didn't want him to hate me because his parent pays too much attention to me." I don't know why I'm telling him this but he seems trustworthy.
"Don't mind Alan. He doesn't mean to offend anybody. Sometimes his temper get the best of him. I'm sure he was just a little jealous. Give it a couple of weeks. I'm sure he'll get over it."
"Did Alan tell you to observe me?" I ask him.
"No. I just keep hearing him saying how much he hates you so I was curious why." He glance at the clock. "I got to go. Alan's going to be angry if I'm not there on time. This conversation is between us. If people know that you are talking to me, they are going to do a lot worse than hate letters. Bye." He got up and left leaving the library empty again with just me and the librarian.