"Alexandra Margarita Russo?" Science teacher, Mrs. Scotese asked her class searching for a new face. Stoping when seeing my hand up in the air, signaling that I was the new fish. When Mrs. Scotese signaled me to stand up everyone's attention was on me, I mean literally. They stopped throwing paper balls and talking ridiculously loud, to just look at the new classmate and when they found nothing interesting about me they all went back to what they were doing. Mrs. Scotese gave me an apologetic smile as saying 'Sorry you know how ninth grade is'. Yes that's right I'm in my freshman year of high school, it sucks. High school I mean, I've only been in it about six months and I already hate it and think it's unfair. I sat back down and fiddled with my promise ring, Junior had given me. Junior was my boyfriend and he was in love with me but I wasn't I told him I really liked him but that I was to young to pledge my love for someone. He understood. How many teenage boys do you know are willing to wait for you? Not many I'm guessing, Junior's just that willing for me and he moved when I did, his parents completely understood because they had done that for each other. Junior lives upstairs from me and we're probably going to hang out more. I don't mind but I do need my space, ya know?

Just then the bell rang loudly making me jump in my seat, I quickly grabbed my books and walked towards the door. Junior fortunately wasn't in my same high school, he went to another one because he wanted to keep going to private school but I wanted to go to public school, he said that he would if I wanted him but I said he could go to private if that's what he really wanted and he did. Which was a relief, I went into the bathroom and changed into who I really was, no one but me knew. I was wearing a black tight-fitting t-shirt and white caprice pants, I had on black arm warmers and a pair of black high-top converse with red laces. This was me, the emo girl which almost everybody hated but I wasn't your typical emo girl, I wasn't shy and quiet when I was around my friends, if I ever get any. I got out of the bathroom and all the boys turned to look at me, they just kept staring as I walked down the hallway. I didnt know what it was about me that made them stare but they did. I wasn't special in anyway besides that I loved acting and singing, though I wasn't the best singer ever but I managed.

Then I lifted my head up to see some boy's chest and my head collide, he had a hard chest which knocked me down on the floor making me spill my books everywhere. I quickly started collecting my books and then our hands met, his hand twice as big as mine, my hand tingled where his fingers had brushed mine. My eyes involuntarily looked up to the boy's face and I got lost in his chocolate brown eyes that I didn't notice he had a cheerleader at hid side tapping her foot impatiently for him to hurry. I quickly snapped out of it and hurried to pick up the rest of my books and I stood up and he mimicked me. The cheerleader had on a impatient face on and kept tapping her foot on the floor.

"I'm sorry about that." He apologized with a deep voice that weirdly attracted me even though he was a football player.

"Uh, no it's okay. I wasn't watching where I was going." I said nervously still staring into his eyes.

"Apparently." The cheerleader cut in, probably tired of waiting around for the boy. She grabbed him by the arm and tried to pull him away but he wouldn't budge.

"What's your name, again?" He asked me with pure interest.

"Alex." I said trying to tear my gaze away from his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes.

"Jacob." He said as the cheerleader finally tugged him hard enough to get him away from me and when they started to walk away he turned back to see if I was still there. I stood there for a whole minute until the bell rang and I rushed off to my next class.