Silent Love (Watty Awards 2012)

Hey guys, unfortunately due to Silent Love being plagiarised... again, I have decided to remove the story before it happens third time around. It hurts real bad seeing it being stolen and put on another website as someone elses and them taking the credit for it. So to keep my temper in place, I had to remove it. Sorry to  those who were in the middle of reading it or wanting to read it again. Hopefully my future works will make it up to you guys :)

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Chapter 1

I stood near the open class door, looking straight at the bald headed, big bellied, short Principal. Who was raving on and on about something. I really deserved a golden globe for my acting. If anyone walked past me, they would think that my first day at a new school was completely normal. When in fact I was shitting myself inside. It didn't help that the students were staring at me as if though I was a science experiment. 

I hated attention. Hated it. I never participated in any activities, never raised my hand up in the air to answer questions, never wore revealing clothes to catch the males eyes, never spoke out in class or made jokes. I preferred to stay to myself and mind my own business. I wanted to go through life with as little drama as possible. Especially in senior year high school. 

My throat bacame dry as I felt them scrutinize me with their beady eyes. They were most likely thinking "Should I classify her under hot or not", "Worthless or useful", "Possible friend or another stranger ", "A slut or a nerd". 

Rubbing my hands together nervously, I whispered to myself. "Look away, look away." My heart hammered inside me, the noise resounding in my ear. My palms started sweating and my body started tingling. 

Why won't they look away?! 

"Is that clear Luna?"

I cleared my throat discreetly and tried to maintain my cool. "Yes sir. It's clear." I answered him even though I wasn't listening to a single thing he had been saying.

"Mr Braxton?" The Principal said as he stepped in front of me. I let out a sigh in relief, when I was blocked from the students view. "You have a new student this year." He continued on. "This is Luna." He stepped to the side and gestured towards me.

"Ahh...." The tall, fairly young, brown haired teacher with twinkling blue eyes and a warm dimpled smile said as he got up from the seat. "Well Luna, I'm Mr Braxton. Welcome, welcome."

I fiddled with my fingers and gave him a small smile back.

"Off you go dear. Have a great day." I was surprised when the Principal gave me a kind smile.

"Thank you." I quietly told him and returned his smile. He gave my back a pat then left.

"Well, come on in Luna." Mr Braxton gestured to me to come froward.

I pushed my bag further up my shoulder to stop it from slipping off, then walked forward and stood infront of the teachers desk, my back to the rest of the class. Hopefully, no one were checking out my butt, clad in tight white skinny jeans. I really didn't want to turn around to find their eyes on my crotch area.

That would just be awkward.

"Okay..." Mr Braxton leant forward to write something on a paper. "What's your last name Luna?" He asked.

"Rose." I answered quietly.

He wrote my name down on top of the roll call list. He leant back up again and was about to say something that all teachers said to new kids. Do you want to introduce yourself? If you say no, then they get the impression on you that your bad, so basically you had no choice but to introduce yourself. I quickly grabbed the pen of his desk and wrote on my hand.

'Please don't make me introduce myself'.

He let out a chuckle when he read the message on my palm. "Okay." He said with amusement still etched on his face. "Take a seat in any one of the spare seats."

I bit my lip and slowly turned around, trying desperately not to meet anyone's eyes. I quickly glanced around the room for any spare seats and located one right at the back of the room, next to a guy who had a big black hoodie covering his face.

As I carefully walked towards him - so that I didn't trip over and make a fool out of my self - I could tell that he was one giant fella. The table and chair he was sitting at looked like they had magically shrunk. Even though he had a hoodie on, I could see a part of his strong angular jawline and full, pink chapped lips. I frowned when I saw a bruise at the corner of his mouth.