She's Not The Devil

appearance

She walks into the room and you can't help but stare. Her colorful hair is always put up, whether it be in buns or a ponytail. She hated the feeling of her hair on her forehead, and you could tell. Whenever her bangs would touch her forehead, she tucked them behind her ears.

Her eyes are the best blue there is. It's a whole other blue that you can't find a crayon to match. It's like her eyes are part of the sea we haven't discovered yet. They're always shimmering blue, just like the thousands of feet of undiscovered ocean we've yet to explore.

She's a fairly average height, just a few inches below my shoulders. She's taller than most other girls here, and just below every guy's shoulders. Her pear shaped body obviously annoys her as guys wrap their hands around her waistline and pull her body around, just to get on her nerves. I wish I could beat the daylight out of those guys. Jerk jocks.

She never speaks to anyone. She walks into class, sits at her desk, and writes in her black and white composition book. She always has that composition book. I've never seen inside it, even if she does sit right next to me in every class; not even kidding. In homeroom and algebra, she's to my left. In English and history, she's on my right. Study hall, art, and chemistry, she's right in front of me.

She chose to sit there. Her last name is Adams, mine is Lomlear, so alphabetical order isn't an option. So, why did this beautiful, colorful haired girl choose to sit next to me? Well that's what I'm here to find out.

A/N: this chapter is shorter than the rest. I felt like this is all I needed for this chapter so I ended it. I don't know how often I'll be posting, so be aware of that. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and will read the rest of it. Please vote and spread the word! x