A/N: I know, I'm probably the last person in the world who should be starting a story. But I've been writing these chapters in between working on my other stuff, so I thought I'd post it anyways. About A Taste of Forever, I have a feeling that it's going to be put on hiatus for a little bit, until I get my act together. I'm so stuck on that story it's not even funny.

So I hope you enjoy this one. The first chapter is very raw, but the rest gets better I promise!

P.S: It's almost Christmas! I just finished my shopping and wrapping today!

Jared Cameron and I had a routine. Or at least I did, and he was just in it. I would follow him around all day, staring at him like a lovesick puppy and he would pretend I didn't exist.

During lunch, when I sat alone at the back table, people would point at me and laugh because I was way out of my league. I would ignore them as I would doodle Jared's last name onto my first name in the pages of my journal.

In the hallways, I would constantly be harassed by Sierra Miller, Jared's current girlfriend of three months. Then I would wipe away my tears at the door of my favourite class, History.

I was actually failing that class miserably, only because Jared sat beside me. Obviously that's a huge distraction.

I would always arrive early, not wanting to miss a minute of this class. When Jared arrived, he immediately had everyone's attention. As usual, he would greet his friends and take his seat beside me. I got a glance and an eye roll before he turned around to strike up a conversation with Paul Lahote.

That routine stopped when Jared was absent from school for two weeks. When he arrived back, he wouldn't talk to anyone. He was bigger, meaner and angrier than ever. The only contact anyone had gotten during his absence was Sierra, only receiving a break up letter from Jared's mom.

Until history, my day continued as normal. Hang out with my friends, enjoy myself and try to forget about Jared. When I got to history, I sat in my seat nervously because I had heard that Jared was back.

He sat in the seat beside me, oblivious to my presence. And then he looked at me, as usual.

He did a double take.

And just like when a butterfly flaps its wings, everything changed.