You're at school, walking in the school corridor, your eyes and mind subconciously looking for him, your crush of two years whom you didn't think you were obsessed with but in reality, you lived half of your school life thinking about him, looking for him every corner you turn, your heart skipping a beat when you see a glimpse of ginger hair but the rush dying down into an ache of disappointment when the face doesn't match up to him. You never wanted a relationship anyway so you didn't know why you wanted him so much.

Austin Farnell is a red headed, handsome, charming guy who suprisingly doesn't have girls gathering around him every second you see him. He has girlfriends, but not much. One being a good friend of yours. They aren't together now, but your friend got with him straight after you announced to your friends the news that you didn't like Austin anymore eight months ago; that was a big fat lie. You thought you didn't like him when in reality, you still found yourself looking for him in the corridors and feeling delusional when you make eye contact with him. You didn't want your friends to know anyway, it only caused you more paranoia and stress.

As you were in a daze, you suddenly feel a big, hard chest collide with your face. You stumble back and a big hand engulfs your slender wrist to keep you standing. You look up at the tall man and you swear your heart stops beating when you see a familiar red-head... Austin Farnell, the guy you fantasize about and look for everyday, looking right down at you. Your eyes scan his face up close, the beautiful freckles that speckle across his face imprinting in your brain quickly, remembering every feature up close before you lose it and probably never see it up close like this again.

"You alright?" Austins deep voice caresses your ears like velvet and he isn't even that close. His crystal-blue eyes scan across her face, searching for her reaction.