The day it happened started out as any other.

I woke up to the same irritating screech of my alarm clock, I showered in the same old shower, washed my hair with the same old shampoo and conditioner, ate the same old breakfast. But the day it happened was NOT like any other. In fact, the day it happened, my world changed forever.

Chapter 1

Monday. I hate Monday's.

I rubbed my eyes as I sat up in bed. Sunlight streamed through my window, the promise of a beautiful day. I turned off my alarm and stumbled into the bathroom, shrugging out of my pajamas as I turned on the shower. I washed quickly, as always, in order to make it outside in time for the school bus. Afterwards, I threw on a tank top and a pair of blue jean shorts before running back into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I never had any time to do anything with my hair, but it didn't matter anyways, I was invisible at school. I never understood what it was about me, but the moment I step through those doors it's as if I don't even exist. Though I have to say, at some times, it's a blessing. I never get called on in class, the school bully's don't bother me, whenever I do something stupid nobody notices. I guess that means it's both a blessing and a curse.

I ran downstairs, attempting to pull on a pair of boots on the way down. My mom stood in the kitchen doorway, a bagel ready in her hand. She handed it to me as I flew past her, flinging my backpack over my shoulder. I devoured it as I ran out the door and down the side walk. I made it to the bus stop right as the bus was pulling away. I threw my arms above my head to catch the driver's attention, but he didn't notice. In a last attempt I flung myself infront of the bus, and with a resounding screech it slammed to a halt merely inches from me. "Are you insane?!" the driver screamed at me, but I just smiled and walked to the back of the bus. The first thing I noticed was that the back of the bus wasn't empty, as was usual. Sitting in the seat I usually sat in was a boy. His head was bowed, and the black hoodie he wore was pulled way down, so I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was rather tall. The only other seat in the bus was right next to him, and that's where I sat.

He didn't acknowledge me, which I sorta expected, just kept his head down. He was listening to loud music, loud enough so that I could also hear it quite clearly. I recognized it as The Doors, and started humming along absent-mindedly. I pulled a sketch book out of my bag and began doodling at random; a flower, a pair of eyes, a man smoking. I started transforming the smoke drifting up from the cigarette into a dancing woman, when I noticed the boy looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. He had taken out one of his earbuds, and could very clearly hear my humming. I stopped immediately and pretended to be completely absorbed in my art. I slipped a glance at him, his earbud was back in, but his head was back against the head rest, and I could finally see what he looked like. Dark brown messy hair framed closed eyes, his jaw was chizzled, his nose was straight, and his lips were full. He was almost too attractive. It was hard to do, but I peeled my eyes away from him and went back to my drawing.

I heard a shuffling noise towards the front of the bus, and looked up to see Heather Astley, the most popular girl at school, walking towards me, her eyes dead set on the new boy. She fluffed her bleached hair, smoothed the pleats in her skirt, and pasted a large smile on her face as she came to a stop infront of us. I looked over at the boy as his expression slowly changed. His brow creased, his nose wrinkled, and then his eyes snapped open. Heather looked winded for a moment, but then the smile was back. "Hi, I'm Heather. Heather Astley. I noticed that you're new to the school, and I thought I might be the one to show you around. You can even come sit with me at the front of the bus, if you'd like. I'm sure it's better than back here," her eyes flipped over to me for a moment, then they were back on him, "So?". She stared at him expectantly, and he stared back with a somewhat pained expression on his face. "No thanks." His voice was deep and sexy, but rather stern at the moment. Shock flitted across Heather's face, "Excuse me?"

"I said no thank you."

She glared at him, "Can I ask why?"

"Certainly." I covered my laugh with a cough. Heather just looked angrier, it was obvious that she was straining to keep her voice calm. "Why?"