My day was going as usual.  I got up, got dressed, and went to school.  My best friend, Zayna, drove me to school.  When we got here we parked in the same spot we always do.  We went the same route to our lockers.  Like I said: my day was going as it normally does...That is until I ran into Austin Miles.  
And by 'ran into him', I mean I actually ran into him.  Like we both ended up on the ground.  As if that wasn't enough to ruin my daily ritual, he was on top of me, and everyone was staring at us.
Let me give you a little insight on Austin.
He's the king of the school, and everyone loves him...Everyone except for me, that is.  You see, I've never seen why people are so hung up on this guy.
He has short dirty blonde hair and green eyes.  I guess he could be concidered 'hot', but I've never really seen it.  Although I have to admit that his green eyes are a very interesting shade of green...And they're staring right at me...This can't be good.
The last time I ever talked to him was the also the first.  He was a complete jerk just like he is everyday.  Yet another reason why I've never known what people see in him.  He's an arrogant jerk, and is just mean to everyone except for the people he decides are good enough to be his friends.
Austin stands up, and holds out his hand for me.  I stare at it for a minute.  Is he being serious?  Is it possible for Austin Miles to actually be...nice?  I take his hand, and he pulls me up to my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
There he goes again being nice!
"Uh...Yeah." I answer slowly.
"Nervous?  Yeah, I have that effect on girls." he says cockily.
I don't even have any words to express the anger I'm feeling towards this boy right now.
I slap him hard across the face. "Jerk!" I yell before stomping away.

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I go into my history class room to see that I'm the first one there.  Not surprising, though, because there's still five minutes until the bell rings.  I sit down in my chair and rest my head on the desk.
Zayna shows up about a minute after me, and sits down in her seat next to mine.
"Tell.  Me.  Everything." are the first words that leave her mouth.
"What are you talking about?" I ask raising my head off my desk to look at her.
"Don't pretend that you don't know.  I just watched you slap The Austin Miles!"
The teacher shushes us, and Zayna smiles sheepishly.  Out of the two of us, she's always been more quiet than me.  While she would've just said that she was okay to Austin after he asked, I went ahead and gave him what he deserved.  We're pretty much complete opposites, but we make it work.
"He had it coming the way he was acting." I reply, "And why does everyone call him The Austin Miles?  He's just Autin Miles.  No The before his name.  It makes him sound like as much of a jerk as he actually is."
"Well then I guess it suits him, right?" she asks, and I shrug.
"It makes his ego bigger, and it's already as big as the country.  It doesn't need inflated any more."
The bell rings, and people start filling the empty seats.  One person I notice in particular is Austin.
Weird.  I didn't even notice he was in this class.
I tap Zayna on the shoulder, and lean over to whisper: "Has Austin always been in this class?"
"Yeah.  But you don't even like him, so your brain probably just doesn't notice him because of all the times you purposely ignore him."
I shrug, "Probably."
"Miss. Peterson." Mr. Laclair says, "Detention."
"But-" I try to reason, but he cuts me off.
"No 'buts' Miss Peterson.  You have detention for disrupting my class." I hear someone laugh, and Mr. Laclair looks at them.
"Mr. Miles.  You have detention as well."
WHAT!?
"What!?" Austin asks representing my feelings about this completely.
"That's another hour for you, Mr. Miles."
"What?"
"That's another hour."
"Mr. Laclair, that's just being completely unfair to him."
"That's two hours for you, Miss. Peterson."
"What?  Why?"
"That's three hours for the both of you.  Now I'd suggest you both be quiet before you end up spending all night in this school."
Neither of us say another word, but I do glance over at him to see him looking at me with an odd expression filling his face.  He looks somewhat surprised, somewhat mad, and somewhat...thankful...What?
He's actually smiling at me...What the heck is going on!?

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I walk into the empty science class room to see that Austin hasn't even shown up yet.  I take a seat at the front of the room, and get out a book to read for the three hours I'll be stuck here.  
Austin will probably call me a nerd or something for reading during detention, but at this point I don't care.  I'm going to be here for three hours because I stuck up for him; the least he can do is shut up.
Speaking of him, Austin walks in and looks at me.  He looks at the teacher - Miss. Nolland who is watching a movie on her iPad with earbuds in her ears - then back at me.  He sighs, and takes the seat next to me.
After he sits down he pokes me.  I try to ignore him, but he does it again.
“What?” I ask.
“Why did you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Stick up for me...In class?  We both know that you don’t exactly like me.”“Mr. Laclair was being unfair.  Doesn’t matter who it was.  You or someone else, it still isn’t right that he was acting that way, and I wanted him to stop.  That’s it.”
“Are you sure that’s the only reason?”
"Why are you sitting there?" I ask, ignoring his question.
"Am I not allowed to?"
"I just thought you'd pick to sit as far away from me as possible."
"And why would I do that?"
"Because that's what I would do with you." I say moving to a seat in the back.  Austin picks up his backpack, and follows me, sitting in the seat beside me once again.
I give up, and put my earbuds in while I read.  Austin takes the hint, and doesn't bother me.
After about fifteen minutes of reading, though, I feel a tep on my shoulder.  I look over to see Austin mouthing the words 'I'm so bored.'
I roll my eyes, and go back to my book.
Okay, so maybe I lied earlier.  I totally see why all the girls like him.  I even had a crush on him freshman year.  That is until I talked to him for the first time.  Then my crush was gone, my heart was broken, and Austin Miles was dead to me.
But even though I don't have a crush on him anymore, I can't exactly deny the fact that he is attractive.  With his perfect smile, and dirty blonde hair that's just long enough to fall into his eyes.  Those bright beautiful green eyes that I just absolutely love, and-
NOEL, SNAP OUT OF IT!
Okay, so some of my crush is still there, but can you blame me?  I mean, he was my first crush, so of course the feeling will never be completely gone.  But it's gone enough that I can't stand to be in the same room with him, let alone fantasize about kissing him like I used to do.
Yeah, you read that right, but fourteen year old Noel was alot different than seventeen year old Noel.
My earbuds get ripped from my ears, and I look to my right to see Austin holding them along with my iPod.
"Give it back right now, Austin."
"Oh, so you do know my name." he says.
"So what?  Everyone knows your name."
"Just like everyone knows yours?"
"Please, barely anyone knows who I am."
"You're Noel Persephony Peterson.  You're seventeen years old - a senior just like me - your birthday is April seventeenth nineteeen nintey eight. Your favorite color is red, your favorite food is tacos, and your favorite animal is a koala.
"You want to be an artist someday, and at the moment you work at Denny's from five thirty to nine on weekdays and two thirty to eight on weekends.  Now tell me, do you really think that no one knows you?"
I just sit there shocked.  HOW DID HE KNOW ALL THAT?!
"What are you, some kind of stalker!?" I yell, and Austin covers my mouth just as Miss Nolland glares at us for inturrupting her movie.  Austin smiles nervously at her, and then turns to me.
"If I remove my hane do you promise not to start yelling again?"
I pretend to think about it, but then bite his hand.
"OW!" he yells pulling away, and Miss. Nolland turns to glare at Austin, who smiles nervously again.  He then turns to glare at me.
"What was that for!?" he whisper yells.
"For touching me!" I whisper yell back.
He stands up, and grabs my arm, pulling me up to my feet.  Austin glances at Miss. Nolland to see that she's too engrossed in her movie to notice what we're doing.
Austin pushes my back up against the wall and looks me in the eyes.
"Austin what the heck are you-" I'm cut off my Austin's lips on mine.  It's hard and quick and over before I know it.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Austin says.
"Do what?"
"Kiss you."
"Me?  Seriously?...Me?"
"Yes, you.  I’ve had a crush on you since that first time you slapped me.”
Yeah, I slapped that first time I talked to him, too.
“...Me?”
“Yes!  Why is that so hard to understand?"
"Because...I'm a nobody.  You're the king while I'm a peseant.  You rule the school while I have to sit around listening to girls swoon over you.  It just doesn't happen.  A king falling for a commener."
"You have heard of Cinderella, right?"
"Yeah.  So what?"
"Well, maybe it's you and me?  I'll be your prince charming if you'll be my Cinderella.”
“Austin-”
“I know you had a crush on me freshman year, and I broke your heart.  I know it all.”
“How?” I ask.
“Zayna.  How do you think I knew all that stuff about you?  I wanted to get to know you better, and I figured you weren’t going to tell me anything, so I went to her.  Although I figured out your shifts at Denny’s myself by going almost everyday.  Anyways, she told me what I did to you, and I felt horrible about it.  I still do.
“Noel, I like you.  Like really like you.  I know that somewhere you still have feelings for me too, but...” he sighs, “I understand if you don’t want to try this.  It does seem kinda crazy, and I have been a complete jerk to you since we met, and-”
I cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt, and bringing his lips down to mine.  I feel him smile against my lips, making me do the same.  
He was right when he said that I did still have feelings for him.  I just didn’t think they were as strong as they really are. 
He lifts my right leg up, and the other follows so that my legs are around his waist.
Never in a million years did I ever think I would be where I am right now.
In detention with Austin Miles, my back pressed up against a wall, Austin’s arms around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, kissing Austin Miles and loving every second of it.
We break apart when we hear clapping and cheering.
Austin moves away from me, letting me back down on the floor, and we both see Miss. Nolland clapping, cheering, and crying.  Did I mention that she’s fourty, single, and a hopeless romantic?
“Oncoure!  Oncoure!” she yells.
Austin turns to me, smiling, and moves closer until my back is against the wall again.
He kisses me softly and quickly before leaning his forehead against mine.
“Is this a yes?”
“Yes, prince charming, it is.  Now shut up, and kiss me again.” I say, and he smiles.
“As you wish, Cinderella.”