Hi! Ok, so when I originally got this account, I didn't plan for a short story to be the first think I uploaded. But hey, here we are with the first think I uploaded: a short story. So, anyway... I hope you enjoy it! -

I've never felt like this before. I wouldn't be lying if I said I was in love with him, but I wouldn't be telling the truth either. He's so popular; he's always with other girls and they're always with him, giggling, blushing, and gushing their secrets to him. Watching from a distance, it's clear that he definitely loves the attention. The girls definitely love the attention he's giving them too; it's all over their faces and all over the social networking sites. He would never notice me. I'm the kind of girl that's shy and quiet and usually not noticed. That's why it's wrong for me to like him. I tell myself that often.

So why is he always on my mind? He's always there; just lurking on the edge of my thoughts, waiting to come in. Whenever I know he's around, I'm so amazingly conscience of my movements and actions. It's strange, because as much as I'm dreaming that he would notice me, I'm begging that he won't. So why do I still want to be with him anyway? People say that you want what you can't have. This is just another classic example.

And all of a sudden, he's starting to notice me, giving me the occasional wave or wink. I don't know what's happened, but now he just sees me when no one else does. Whenever he goes out of his way to say Hi to me, I can barely say Hi back as the throng of girls encircles him again. It's a good thing they do, though, as I blush bright red every time it happens. By the time he manages to get away from them again, I'm gone; rushing away quickly through the crowds, just to get away from him.

Now he's sitting with me in class, causing his idolising fans to give me dirty looks. He always tries to start a conversation with me or the others around me, just hoping to get me involved. It's scary; I don't know what to think. Does he actually like me or is he just messing with my head ? I wish I knew, because it's driving me insane.

As much as I wish it was the first option, I know it's the second one. He's just too popular and cool and that sort of thing to actually like me, let alone notice me; I'm one of those people that a person like himself doesn't concern himself with. It's sad but true.

He's sitting with me in class again today, occasionally looking at me with that look of his that steals millions of other girl's hearts each and every day. Every time he looks at me, my heart flutters and picks up pace; butterflies appear in my stomach. I know I'm in way over my head; and this feeling I'm feeling now proves it. The way he's looking at me, I just know something's going to happen and I know it's not going to work out in my favour. Holding back tears, I run out of the classroom, ignoring everyone's startled expressions and the teacher's look of astonishment. I continue running until I make it outside into the pouring rain. I finally let the tears fall then, walking away from the school as I do.

I don't hear him come up beside me, all I know is he's beside me. My head is in my hands by then, and the tears are flowing freely. We stand still for a few moments, my body shaking slightly with sobs, and before I know it, he has turned me around to face him and is gently pulling my hands away from my face. He lets one of my hands drop to my side, but still holds the other carefully. With his free hand, he reaches up and gently wipes my tears away.

"You're beautiful," he whispers softly, his finger silently stroking the back of my hand. I stare at him, stunned. It's all I can to do to keep myself from crying again. He gives me a gentle smile.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to tear out your heart," he whispers softly. I can't seem to be able to look at him; my eyes are permanently fixed to the ground. However, at his last words, my eyes shoot up to meet his. His eyes meet mine and I can see that he's telling the truth. His eyes are filled with some emotion I can't pick, but it's definitely for me.

"I'm not entirely sure what you ran out here for, but let me tell you this. I'm in love with you, Carissa Jordan. And there's no point in denying it, because it's true. When I saw you for the first time, you stole my heart. I didn't even know you and I was already in love with you. But as I got to know you from a distance, I began to be able to tell everything about you. And that just made me love you more." As he spoke, his eyes never left mine, but he reached out to take my other hand. Looking at me silently, he smiled. And that's when it happened. I didn't see him lean forward, but I felt his lips on mine. I felt him let go of my hands and reach around my waist. I didn't reject him, so he didn't pull away. For awhile, I just stood there, not sure what to do. But as I got used to his mouth on mine, I gave into him and starting moving my lips with his. As I did that, I threw my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer.

After awhile, we finally pulled apart, but he kept his arms around my waist. Leaning in close so that our foreheads touched, he smiled. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to tell you that for?" he whispered to me.

Smiling at him, I shook my head, opening my mouth to speak. He put a finger to my lips, making me freeze immediately. He grinned at my reaction before whispering again.

"Because you've stolen my heart, I just want to let you know: I'm not leaving you alone until I steal your heart as well. You can call me a thief, but you can't get rid of me easily."

His voice wavered, like he was afraid of what I might say next. I smiled, knowing my answer would startle him more than anything else today. "What if I gave you my heart willingly?"

The expression on his face was worth all the time I watched him from a distance, wishing he would notice me but not really wanting him to, longing for him without realising it, wanting just to be with him without even knowing what I was doing; it was all worth it, just to see his expression.

His face said it all. He was definitely surprised by my answer. It didn't last long though. The expression disappeared and in its place was that smirk, the one that caught everyone's attention. And right now, it was all mine. Grinning happily, I moved so my mouth was right beside his left ear.

"I love you too, Liam Paynter."

And there was no point in me denying it anymore, because there were no doubts. I was definitely in love with him.

So, there you go. Please let me know what you think of it by reviewing! Thanks for reading!