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Chapter 1
I flipped through the yearbook of my junior year. I made a face at my picture. My allergies were acting up that day, so I couldn't use my contacts and my nose was red and runny. It was horrible, you could see the glare of the light on my dorky glasses; my black hair was tied up in a messy ponytail because my hair had gotten tangled with my stupid necklace.
"Jennifer Renee Vaughn" was underneath my picture; a decent name for a not so decent girl. Well, I don't look so bad now, but still. You could say I have a low self-esteem. I was a library aid, so I didn't have anything to do during my sixth period class except to go through the library yearbook from last year.
I moved my eyes to the next junior mug next to mine. It must have been major bad luck for the handsome guy to have been stuck next to my pitiful picture. Brandon Witte had all the right looks. His eyes were sharp and green, his silky brown hair was tossed to the side so it wouldn't fall to his face. He had perfect skin and his face was stoic and none smiling.
I sighed as I traced his picture. Brandon was the guy everyone wanted to impress, the guy everyone wanted to be friends with. He was the senior quarterback on the Brazos Varsity team. Every cheerleader had a one way ticket to be his friend. They always crowded him in the cafeteria and waved at him during football practice, showing off their moves in hopes of catching his attention. It made me sick…
I didn't bother to hang out with the little groupies. I was always busy going to band practice, playing the notes with my flute. I would then spend the rest of my day researching for debate and extemporaneous speaking. I would then study for my dual credit classes and go online to check my applications for college. I never have time for myself. I don't even know if I can go to the movies with Danielle this weekend.
Brandon stared up at me from the book. If only he wasn't so…
"Jennifer, I'm going to go ahead to the office, will you mind keeping watch of the library?" Mrs. Davis asked. She was a brittle old woman, but very sweet. I think she was one of the original staff members when Brazos High School opened; that's very, very, old, let me tell you.
"Sure." I said.
"Thank you, I'll be right back. If anyone comes in to use the computer, make sure they have a pass." She added.
"I will." I told her. That Mrs. Davis, she's probably the only one left who still asked for passes. The library was eerily quiet, nothing but the books and the humming of the computers to keep me company. I wanted the period to end already.
When I finished drooling over Brandon like an idiot, I closed the yearbook and stood to place it among the others. I turned to sit down and I saw, through the huge glass windows that give the whole view of the main hallway, Brandon walking down the hall. My heart fluttered a little as he went passed the library, but my heart started pounding when he continued walking toward the library doors.
It was Brandon Wittie in the flesh. He stepped into the library and brushed his hair out of his face. Brandon wasn't buff, he was lean, almost skinny, but one couldn't miss the muscles on his forearms. He wasn't a full jock, he only played football because he likes it. Sometimes I see him playing tennis after school.
There he was, in all his glory. Here I was, cursing myself for wearing glasses and having my hair tied up in a messy ponytail; oh the irony…
He went up to the front desk. I reluctantly stood while tried to control my racing heart. I felt my cheeks flush as I went behind the desk. He was drumming his fingers and looking at the many VHS videos stacked behind me.
"Hey." I said shyly. His eyes locked onto mine. My heart skipped several beats.
"Is Davis here?" He asked. I bit my lip slightly.
"No, um, she left me in charge. Do you need anything?" I asked him.
"Just here to look for a book. Ellis wants us to research some stuff for Government." He replied.
"Oh, well, do you have a pass?" I asked; I felt like an idiot.
He pulled out a pink slip from his back pocket. He handed it to me and I nervously took it.
"Thanks, are you looking for anything specific?" I asked, in hopes of being close to him.
"No." He said bluntly and went to the back of the library, not looking back at me once. When he came back after a few minutes with a book, I checked it out for him and stamped the due date on the back.
"It'll be due on September 18th." I told him. He merely nodded and headed toward the doors. I couldn't stop myself.
"Do you have practice after school?" I blurted out. He turned to look at me.
"Not today, no." He answered. He looked at me for a few seconds. "I'll take you home." He left me rooted to the spot. I sighed again.
"I'll be looking forward to it…" I said softly. I watched him walk down the hallway. There he went, the most handsome and popular guy that walked the halls of Brazos High; my boyfriend.