Zane walked down the school corridor, her long pink hair falling down her back like a waterfall. Every step she took seemed to echo through the hallway, drawing the gaze of her classmates like magnets. Lockers clicked shut, conversations paused, and eyes followed her every move. She was the queen bee, and everyone knew it. With a flick of her hair and a flash of her pearly whites, Zane controlled the crowd with her winks.
She closed her locker and behind her, were boys of every grade drooling over her. She was a trendsetter, and everyone knew her by the nickname; Zane winter.
Walking down the corridoor, she saw some boys were grabbing a boy, whose height was smaller than them, by the collar. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger, and she clinched her hands.
Zane approached the boys and said;
"Hey! What are you doing?"
The boys saw her and were mostly astonished because the school's Hearthrob was talking to them. "Oh! What a pleasure to meet you Ms. Zane Mark!" One of them said.
"I'm not here to meet you! I'm here to ask that why are you bullying this boy? What did he do?"
"Don't bother! This is just a nerd!"
"Oh really?" She smiled. "If he's a nerd, then what bad did he do?"
"He was the only one in the class who completed his homework. That's why we all got punishment! All his fault!"
"It's not his fault that you all didn't completed the homework and he did! Leave him right now!"
"Tch! We're only leaving you because Ms. Zane said."
The boys left and Zane was looking at the nerd all the time. "Hey! You."
"W-what??"
"What is your name?"
"It's S-smith. By the way, Thank you to save me."
"Oh. It's okay! And next time when they bother you, just tell me. I study in 10 B."
"O-ok."
Smith's feet tangled in a mess created by his backpack and he was about to go to his next class. Before Zane could react anything, he fell down.
THUD!
His palms stung as he landed hard on the floor. But that wasn't the worst of it – his glasses slipped down at a distance. Zane quickly went over to him.
"Are you okay?"
"Y-yes. But my glasses...where did they go? I can't see well without them."
She instantly picked up his glasses and when she was about to hand them to him, she saw his real face, for the first time.
Smith's face was a harmonious blend of sharp angles and soft curves. His eyes were a deep, rich brown that seemed to hold a warm, gentle light, fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure. His nose was straight and proportionate to his face, and his lips were glossy pink and were ready to curve into a propotionally large, beautiful smile.
Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this way about someone. She took a step and handed the glasses over to Smith, still admiring his features.
For the first time ever, Zane fell in love...