Well, hi there .My name is Jasmine white .I Am a seventeen year old girl and currently attending sky high as a senior.I have suffered a lot .For eight long years ,my life had been lonely and exhausting in this hell hole ever since my mom uprooted from our old town and dragged us here for what she calls a "better life"my life is no fairy tail it is filled with hardships.

Maybe she is right in her own way . Maybe this is better .But it never felt like to me .

We are super poor -always have been .Not the kind of poor where you just cut down on luxuries ,but the kind where every single expenses matters.So when I somehow got scholarship of this prestigious school i don't hesitate.we packed everything we owned and left our old life behind .

After all,who can say no to best education?

Still........ fitting in here was never part of

the deal .

As the final bell rings , echoing loudly through the halls,I gather my things quickly .The scraping of chairs and loud chatter fills the room,I keep my head down, stuffing my books into my bag as fast as I can.

That's the rule here -if you want to survive .

Keep your head down .

Don't draw attention.

And whatever you do , don't make a eye contact ...... especially with populars.

Slipping out of the classroom ,I move with the crowd , bleeding in as such as possible .My steps are quick , practiced, almost automatic by now.I keep my gaze fixed on the floor as i make my way to locker.

Reaching it,I quickly dial the combination and yank the door open . Without washing time ,I throw my books onto the shelf and start rummaging through them , trying to find what I need for next class.

"Jasmine!"

The sing -song voice cuts through the noise,and instantly ,I know who it is.

Turning my head, I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.

Jellal Wilson -my best friend -is sprinting towards me like his life depends on it.

jellal is.... well, there is no denying it,-he is a complete nerd.From his big glasses to its perfect checkered ironed shirt and jeans everything screams about him screams it

.

But here is the strange part - everyone loves him.

The jocks hi-five with him in the hallways .Girls cling to him , laughing and talking like he's the most fascinating person alive . Teachers adore him . He's the head of both chess and badminton clubs .And somehow he manages to be respected by everyone.

It doesn't make sense .

Not when I stand right next to him and feel completely invisible.

"How did I get so lucky" he says dramatically as he reaches me. "Seeing my favourite person

twice in two days? incredible."

I roll my eyes, laughing softly ."You saw me yesterday ."

"Jasmine i am missing you",he replies instantly , pulling me into a hug ."Heyy, girlfriend ."

"Hey ,man " I answer , hugging him back.

That greeting was his idea.He insisted on it

way back and refuse it to let it go.

Honestly, that's just how jellal is.

Persistent

Loud.

Impossible to ignore.

Seven years ago,when I first moved here .I didn't know anyone .I barely spoke .I spent most of my time alone , avoiding attention and counting down the hours until i could go home.

Then one day, out of nowhere , he literally jumped into my life.

"I had a dream !" he had declared loudly, grabbing my shoulders.

I had just stared at him in confusion.

"I dreamed about us . We're best friends . Forever "

I thought he was insane.

Maybe he still is.

But somehow......he never left .

And over time ,he become the only thing that made this place unbearable .

"How was your chemistry ?" I ask,turning back

to my locker as i search through my books ."I don't know what's happening today.I can't find anything."

"The worst ," Jellal groans , leaning dramatically against my locker . " They paired me with nicholas for the experiment .I swear I lost IQ points just sitting next to him .I might actually drop a grade."

I gasp in mock horror, covering my mouth ."Oh no .Not an A instead of an A+ . How will you survive ? Should I call the nurse?"

I fan his face with my notebook , and he swats his hand away, glaring at me.

"You are unbelievably unsupportive ," he complains. "Why are you my best friend again?"

"Because you told me I had to be ," I reply with a grin.

His expression brightens immediately."Oh right.Best decision of your life."

"I am sure it was," I say laughing.

"I mean ,I am the coolest nerd in this entire school, " he continues proudly ."You should feel honoured."

"I am the luckiest girl here," I reply, hugging him again before pushing him gently away and shutting my locker .

He throws an arm around my shoulder, guiding me through the hallway like he always does . People call out his name as we pass , and he responds to nearly everyone.

I just walk beside him.

Unnoticed.

Even standing right next to him , it's like I don't exist . Their eyes slide past me without a second glance , focusing only on him.

I'm used to it.

Mostly.

As we walk , my eyes drift across the hallway -and land on someone I wish I had the courage to look properly.

Gray fullbuster.

Football captain . School hero.Strong , confident , admired by everyone.

Perfect.

I quickly look away before anyone notices.

Not that it matters.

They doesn't know I exist either.

But there is one person i am completely glad to be invisible to.

The one person everyone avoids.

Sting king.

The bad boy of sky high.

Even thinking his name makes me uneasy .

He's always dressed in black - ripped jeans, leather jacket, heavy boots.His motorcycle is loud enough to be heard from across the campus.

He doesn't smile.

Doesn't joke.

And when he speaks ,it's usually not something you want to hear.

He's loner by choice, always with his equally dangerous best friend . The two of them spend most of their time behind the gym, smoking or getting into fights.

He and gray have some kind of feud , through no one knows what is the reason behind their fight.They hated each other guts and few fights have been issued between the pairs.

They just hate each other .

And somehow, despite all of that.... girls still fall over him.

I don't understand.

I have had exactly one interaction with him.

And that was more than enough.

I was thirteen.Late for class.Alone.

Jellal was sick that day , So i didn't have my usual shield .

I ran down the hallway without paying attention -and slammed straight into something solid.

It felt like hitting a wall.

It fell backward, my bag spilling open , papers scattering everywhere .

When I looked up ,my stomach dropped.

Him .

He just stood there , staring at me like i was something strange.

I scrambled to gather my things , apologizing over and over , my hands shaking.

Then his friend called him.

He glanced over .... then looked back at me .

And smirked.

"Watch where are you going, loser , he said stepping on my homework before walking away.

I never forget that.

Walking into class now,I push the memory aside.

jellal leads me to our usual seats, and I sit down , trying to focus.

This is one of the few subjects where i can keep up with him academically .Ever since I beat him once in a quiz, we've had a friendly rivalry.

A loud bang on a desk silences the room.

Miss lucy stands at front ,her sharp eyes scanning everyone.

She is in her late fifties ,her greying hair tied into a tight bun . She's strict -very strict . Even the jocks behave in her class.

"Quiz Time,"she announces .

My heart speed up .

Quickly ,i opened my bag and pull out my most valuable possession.

A bright pink pen with a soft Pom -pom .

It may seem silly , but it means everything to me.

I got it .......in a strange way .

Jellal once dragged me to the mall ,even though I hate going there . Everything is too expensive, too perfect ,too far from my reality.

But inside a small stationary shop ,I saw it

And I couldn't stop thinking about it .

I didn't buy it.

I couldn't.

But a week later ,it appeared in my locker.

No note.

No explanation.

Jellal swore it wasn't him.

I never found out who left it there.

So i choose to believe .... maybe there is a little magic in the world.

Since then ,I only use it for important movements.

"Using the big guns today ?" jellal whispers.

"You know it ," I reply, "I am going to beat you ."

"In your dreams."

We both smile and turn forward .

Miss lucy begins handling our papers .

I sit up straight , tapping my fingers nervously on desk .

The paper lands infront of me.

And then-

BANG .

The classroom door slams open violently.

Everyone turns.

My heart sinks.

Sting king walks in like he owns the place .

He doesn't even look sorry .

He drops into his seat , leaning back casually completely unconcerned.

"A tardy for you ,Mr King ," Miss lucy snaps .

"Add it to the list," he replies lazily."I don't care".

The room is tense , but no one says anything.

I try to focus on my paper .

But something pulls my gaze up .

Just for a second.

And that's when it happens.

Our eyes meet.

I freeze.

And slowly.....

He smirks.