~January 20, 2010~
~Sophomore Year~
The library was quiet today, though this was not unusual, as I sat at the back hidden between the bookshelves. I was reading a book about monsters and heroes. It was the same as most of the other books I had read. The hero beats the monster and get the girl. Too cliché, but I can't help hoping for that to happen to me. I know it never will, because my monsters are on the inside and can not be defeated so easily as these in the story and I'm.
I was forced back into reality when I hear a cough come from above me. I look up and see Derek Voss, the schools most popular soccer player, looking down at me.
"Excuse me. Can you help me find a book on wars in America?" Looking slightly nervous as he asked. I mutely nodded. I stood up and walked towards the history section of the library. Derek followed me as I walked.
"Are you new here? I haven't seen you around much." He questioned still seeming nervous.
"No." I said quietly, " I've lived here since seventh grade." He looked taken back by my words.
"Oh. I just thought- I've never seen you around- and- uh." He managed to stutter out.
"It's fine most people don't notice me any way." I told him.
Biting my lip nervously. I finally found the book he needed. Handing it to him I said, "Here is the book you were looking for, I gotta go. Bye!" I rushed out the library doors his shouts of protest fading behind me.
I quickly made my way to english my final class of the day. I walked to the back of the class and sat down by the window. I got my notebook out of my bag and was about to start the bell work that was on the board when he walked in. His bright emerald green eyes landed on me and he quickly made his way down the rows of desks and sat next to me.
"I didn't get to thank you for helping me earlier." He told me.
"No problem." I said quietly looking down at my notebook. We sat in silence for a little bit. More kids coming into class and taking there normal seat. When Derek suddenly said
"What's your name?"
"Alex..." I replied still staring at my closed notebook.
"Cute name. I'm Derek." I was about to reply when the bell rang and the teacher, Mr. Alan, walked in. Mr. Alan was a good teacher, and his class could be fun if he was in a good mood. Today it did not seem like he was. I quickly did the bell work ignoring the fact that Derek was still staring at me.
