~Chapter 1~ cos i know that we won't forget anymore

We met when both of us were around seventeen years old. We had little in common but immediate liking for one another.

He was tall and smart and handsome. And for some reason, he felt the same instant connection with me that i felt for him.

At the time, I couldn't say much for my own beauty. Certainly it wasn't a very obvious feature I possessed. My movements were graceless, my hips a little too wide, my hair too flat and boring. I rarely found anything intellectually stimulating to add to conversation. And I certainly never spoke without making a fool of myself in some way or other. Lack of sleep marked my face with dark bruises beneath my eyes, which watered constantly as I yawned often. However he, he was the pure white clouds in my dark starless night.

The contrast between us was always strong. He was a warm summer day, while I was a cold winter night. He was as sweet as I was sour. We were like blood and water, oil and vinegar. He was as up as I was down.

We were constantly opposite, either fighting or in love. We were everything. We were nothing.

But he was everything to me.

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We met in the spring of our senior year, on the day we both attended a study session run by the school's Psychology teacher. We had never had a class together before this year, and until now this day had never spoken, let alone looked at one another before.

However, this day changed all of that. He rushed in, late as always, as i sat at my desk arranging my books into perfect right angles with the desk edges, lining my pens up. Black. Blue. Red.

I looked up to see him glancing around for a familliar face. Clearly seeing noone he knew at any other tables, he spotted me sitting alone and before I knew it, he was sitting beside me.

'Brooke, right?' He dropped his bag to the ground, the most enormous smile spreading across his face. 'Aiden. Aiden Fontaine.'

'I know who you are.' I replied coldy, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, rolling my eyes and wondering why on earth he was talking to me. Feeling colour fill my cheeks, I decided to try again. 'No groupies today I see.'

He was friends with the more beautiful people in the school. I suppose it's still that way today, the beautiful people seem to group together a lot.

He rose his eyebrows at me, grinning that ridiculous smile. 'What? You expect them to come to an optional extra study session?' He glanced at me and I just shrugged in reply. 'No, I don't think so.'

'Sorry that you're stuck with me instead.'

He smiled, the sweet smile that I have loved ever since. 'What is there to be sorry about exactly?'

'Uh...'

Okay guys. Attention.' Our teacher clapped her hands and we both immediately turned to face the front. 'Partner up!'

He turned to me, holding out his hand. 'Partners?'

I watched him carefully before accepting his outstretched hand, one that I've hardly released since. 'Partners.'