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Chapter One:

"Ow, my face!" I growl out loud as I turned around the corner too quickly and plowed face first into a hard wall. I rubbed my nose gently with a scowl on my face. I've been through this hall about a thousand times and now they decide to change up the decor. My hand pressed firmly into the wall to keep my balance considering people continued to ram pass me, nearly knocking my small frame over.

Suddenly, my eyes widened at the feeling of soft fresh hair pressed gently into the palm of my had. I jerked back from the large male standing in front of me and stumbled,  my bobs nearly slipping on the smooth floor when I moved to suddenly.

Looking up, I found myself staring into a deep grey pair of eyes filled with amused laughter. I, myself, couldn't stop the soft embarrassing smile caressing my lips.

"Yeah, you're definitely not a wall." I concluded out loud once again, laughing internally at my own stupidity. "Well, not that being a wall isn't a bad thing. I mean, again you're not a wall! Or, I mean it's not bad being a man either. Not that I want to be a man, I like being a girl. I mean woman, yeah I just seriously insulted myself."

The large man smirked at my rambling and stared down on me with amusement. Maximus, as Jayden liked to call him. He was the one person in our school that everyone looked up to, not for bullying or money, but because he was genuinely kind to everyone. Well, he had the money too but that was besides the point.

"In a rush today I see?" I looked back into his grey luscious eyes in surprise, nobody usually talked to me other than my only two friends. Max, the bad boy. Cliche? Definitely. Vaguely I found myself thinking over the cliche's where the bad boy falls for the good girl. Internally, I scoffed at the absurd idea of ever really becoming friends with a bad boy such as Max The Great.

Even though he seemed generously kind to everyone, his bad boy personnel came from the trouble he constantly ran into. The law and him didn't necessarily get along, and his personal grudge seemed to lie in the sheriff, also known as my second uncle.

People like me didn't necessarily get along with people like Max The Great, we just didn't run with his league of people. I wasn't someone Max The Great would notice in school, unless of course I ran head first into him, them maybe. Otherwise I wasn'tsomeone that could compete with the others girls in my school, I was the silent nobody people kept clear of without even realizing it.

I could swear the girls that chased after Max The Great acted more like complete animals than everyday humans. I, however, was forced to grow up faster than most women my age so it was quite obvious I never had time for other men like these cannibalistic girls.

Max didn't attend any of the sports at our high school, which confused me at the sweet powerful odor illuminating from him. It didn't take a genius to figure out exactly what he was doing before I ran into him.

I laughed uneasily. "Yep, test today in biology. Just a bit nervous is all." I couldn't help but imagine how stupid I must look to the all powerful popular Max The Great. No doubt in my mind I sounded like a brainy nerd. Not all smart women or men in my school were looked down on as nerds, it agitated me that most cliche books gave off this idea.

"It's not all that bad," he reassured me surprisingly. "by the way, the bonus answer is lanthanum."

I couldn't stop from observing him at his reply. He seemed to genuinely mean no harm, and by now I would've expected him to turn away by now.

"Well, I'll se you around. I've got somewhere to be, I'm in a hurry too." Finally, at my nod of acceptance, he turned and walked down the now clearing halls. I wouldn't have pegged him as someone to continue conversation, much less help me out over a test.

I made my way to class in a daze, it wasn't a lie when the girls said he made you feel like prey. The way he stalked down the halls intimidated me in a small sense. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, if he wanted to he would've when he had the chance only moments ago. His intimidation merely leaked from his pores at the respect everyone held for him. The guys wanted to be like him and the girls wanted to be with him.

Everyone wished they could compare to his bad boy personnel, breaking the law and skipping school like nothing else in the world could compare.

I felt a small amount of agitation at the way everything simply fell into his hands without having to work for it, everything he wanted he got. Money and family, everything I didn't have.

As soon as the thought passed through the front of my mind, I grunted in annoyance at the self pity and sped up my pace. The ring of the bell echoed across the halls only to bounce back at me as if to mentally slap me in the face for my stupidity, I was never late for class.

I didn't notice I'd been simply staring at my class room door at nothing in particular, until the the bell rang again; echoing in my ears like a trumpet. I'd rather go with drums, they weren't as loud and annoying.

As soon as I barged through the door, I quickly sped to the back and sat down in my original seat. I kept my head down as a sign of invisibility, I knew nobody would care or even look my way but, as it seems, it was always the good to be safe.

The room didn't stop and stare at me like most cliches, also reminding me of the sudden thoughts I had about Max The Great being the perfect cliche bad boy.

I felt the need to slap myself in the face at the mention of Max The Great, his cliche personality just didn't want to leave my mind. It wasn't no doubt in my mind he was extremely attractive, but those kind of popular and attractive men just didn't work for me. I did perfectly fine by myself, at school anyways. At home however, it wouldn't hurt to have a protection barrier around me just to savor the shallow feeling that seemed to grow inside my heart everyday.

No matter how angry I got at myself, I couldn't stop myself from thinking of Max The Great and my encounter. I've always had a secret crush on his muscles that, even men and women would die for, held me captivated in those sort words exchanged. It was like a magnet forcing my thoughts directly on his strong jaw and large grey eyes. It was the eyes that captivated me the most, the eyes were, in fact, the windows to the soul.

With the shallow feeling always following me around, I had practice guarding my eyes well enough to keep others from asking questions. I didn't want my secrets out in the open hence the reason I only had two close friends.

I tried connecting the pieces why I couldn't get his deep grey and bright shinning eyes out of my head, maybe it was the happiness that surrounded him like an aura. Maybe, for once in my life, I'd gotten a glimps of true happiness. A sign perhaps, that someday I'll get my own happiness.

But, even though we'd both attended the same school our entire lives, I'd never witnessed him to be truly happy. With every girl that lay beneath his arms, practically the entire female population it seemed, even then he never was happy. When he was truly happy, he was goofing around with a few of his male friends, the women in our school only made his little friend down stairs happy, not Max The Great himself. I laughed aloud, earning a few glares, and thought about the famous name I'd given him since Middle school.

When he hit puberty everyone began to follow him around like some king, like puppy dogs. I made a soft note in my head; Max isn't like most preps.

Although he's popular now, he knows what it's like to be pushed around by the In Crowd. I've always been thankful for Max, even though he never intentionally did anything, he helped me out in school. I can't say he's fixed my terrible past, but he did make it easier to live through school. Before Max' major transformation, they'd push and pull, laugh and yell. But when he became Max The Great, I was forgotten, as if by miracle. I didn't suffer from the continuous bullying and constant names, I could live in my peaceful thoughts without being interrupted...

"Hanna!" A sharp voice suddenly sliced through my train of thought, forcing a startled cry from the bottom of my throat. Finally back down to earth, I noticed the teacher's worried face merely inches from my own. Shocked, I jumped out of my seat and looked at her strangely.

"Are you okay Teach?" I asked the elder woman, worried for her as well. "It's a little weird when I'm all good, just zoning in my own world, then bam; Someone's inches from my face." I remark cloyingly, finally sitting down in my desk.

The teacher's shoulders sag in relief after a few of my classmates snickered at my sarcastic remark. I knew it was my fault for zoning out, but sarcasm always throws people off. Finally realizing I wasn't going to the mental institution anytime soon, her face became stern and she slammed a test down on my desk. The dramatic affect didn't work so well when the light piece of paper slid off my desk and slid down onto the floor, flying all the way across the room.

"Wow, who knew. You made it fly faster than my paper airplane from yesterday! Props to you Teach!" I clap, suddenly making half of the classroom erupt into laughter at her now frowning face.

"Daniel, give me that piece of paper!" She shouted at the boy closest to the paper, startling him at the sound. He hoped over to the elder woman and laid down the piece of paper on my desk, gently this time.

"It's time to take a test, not day dream about some celebrity!" She scolds. I laugh out loud at her spot on idea and smirk up at her.

"Fine, I will later." The sarcasm apparently wasn't making her too happy, because with a shout of disbelief, she stormed back to her desk and typed into her computer.

"Who shat in your coffee?" I mutter under my breath, catching the attention of a girl in front of me. Everyone in biology snickered at the comment, but apparently the teacher didn't notice and continued on with her busy work. I placed all my papers and books on the seat next to me since nobody ever sat next to me. I was sarcastic, sure, and sometimes people would laugh, but nobody interacted with me during class. I was like some sort of plague or something.

With a scoff I finished the test and strutted to the front of the classroom, slamming it down on her desk with a grunt.

"Can I think of my celebrity now, or do I have to go to my next class?" I asked with a smirk, making her face turn bright red at my mock chide.

"Get out, go to your class." She yells, pointing at the door with a shaky finger. Either she had some shaking problems or she was really angry, well

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