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Rated: 13+ · Book · Romance/Love · #1086241
When your true loves eyes see you, will you look up?
The school bus swayed across dark roads and some really creepy places. To think they were going to go to what was supposed to be a beautiful private beach and they had to go through all of these ugly roads? Odd huh? Well at least the 17-year-old in the back of the bus thought so. He is talking to his friends not really paying attention to them though.

Basically, their whole school hardly ever went on field trips, especially for a whole week. Everything was work, never had any fun. The teachers where eagles, he swore. They could see anything you did, no matter how sly you think you are. Another boy tapped his shoulder, covered in a blue t-shirt and a blue and white hooded sweatshirt. "Tyler!" The other boy snapped "Where here . . . " They both got up and waited for the doors to open. Everybody flew out of the buses and headed toward the beach so they could talk before it was back to work. The boy’s name was Tyler, and he had a secret in the lines of eating. It was true, but he had an eating disorder. But he couldn’t tell anybody to keep his spot on the soccer team. Soccer meant everything to his family, and if he got kicked off of the team it would break their heart, he didn't want to do that. His tall skinny appearance was odd. Most boys were shorter then him. A mess of blonde hair covered his head, as jeans and grey and white vans’ shoes covered the rest of his body. Guys were only allowed to 'appropriate clothing' which meant school colors and mostly jeans. Their trunks had to be blue and white, the school color and so on and so forth. It was very boring.

Crimson curls fell into very bored gray eyes’. Amelia Rose Ashota, 17- years’ old, and already acting thirty. Or so every single one of her friends told her. She wasn't one of those preps who griped about not making it onto the cheerleading squad. She was down to earth. Held her own job, and took care of her younger brother. This trip with her 'prep' school, was only a short break before the real world came along. Her black jeans which were torn, and worn, were already starting to make her feel uncomfortable as she stepped off the bus. Her friends had already gone off to look around. It was all right. They weren't her 'best' friends anyway. She wore a black tee shirt with the word 'Stones' on it, a mouth with a tongue sticking out underneath. The Rolling Stones, her favorite band. And no, she is not some punk poseur. She wasn't punk at all. She just liked the band. There were even days when she wore all pink. Her mood varied. She stepped off the bus and took a quick glance around. Her eye's were outlined in light blue eyeliner. Not exactly one for matching. She also had white gold hoops in her ears. Not big hooker hoops but, small time. "Yay . . . ?" She muttered, as some of the other kids got all excited.

These two people went to the same prep school for their entire highschool careers, and they had never before locked eyes’. It must be a very big school. Or, it could just be that they hung out with completely different friends. Come on, he was a soccer jock, and she came from one of those run-down homes where she was the only responsible one. Those types of kids just did not mix. Ever. The one kid was loved by the entire school, could have a girlfriend in heartbeat, and would have no problem getting into college. This left the girl, who wasn’t going to college, had never had a relationship other then a one night stand, and her only friends were the kids she smoked with at lunch time. Now tell me please, do these two seem like the perfect couple? Let alone friends? Well, let me tell you something. They could become the best of friends. At school, maybe she wasn’t noticed a lot but, at a mall? She got plenty of attention. She wasn’t some hussy, and he was some glory seeker. He could have a girlfriend, but didn’t. He had his eye’s on someone. I wasn’t lying when I said they had never locked eyes’. They just weren’t looking at the same time.
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