In that split second I’d gone from being invisible, to being what felt like the centre of attention. And I started to notice people. Their faces started to come into focus, though none of them were as clear as his face. They didn’t stick in memory and I didn’t stick in theirs but we still were still there, we still saw each other.

There was the jock who glared at me, slamming into my shoulder as he walked past. Normally he wouldn’t have even looked...

There was his ring of friends who hissed the word ‘Fag’ at me as they followed him. They’ve never spoken to me before....

And finally, the worst of them all. The bleach-blonde queen of the school who had something against everyone regardless of whether she’d met them. Being invisible, I’d always managed to keep off her radar but not today. She gave me her filthiest look and opened her mouth to say something as venomous as I’d heard her say to others. But luckily her boyfriend chose that very moment to walk over and shove his tongue down her throat. I let out a sigh of relief and scurried off to my next lesson.

Or at least, I tried to. You see, just at that moment Kyle had decided to walk past again, this time with his friends.

There were three of them; one with shoulder length ginger hair, brown eyes and a smile pressed to his lips. One with blonde hair, muscles and a tan. And one with black hair, Hispanic skin and mismatched eyes. They all stopped to look at me. The Hispanic guy looked like he was planning something. The blonde looked me over and didn’t look impressed to say the least. And the ginger just kept that smile plastered to his face. Kyle didn’t even so much as glance at me. I have to admit, that kind of hurt a little. I’m not sure why but it did. Or at least, it produced a kind of dull ache in my chest. They stared at me for a few more seconds before turning back to Kyle and walking off. My heart rate evened out, even though I hadn’t noticed it had been racing, and I scurried off to my next class; gym.

I’d never enjoyed getting changed for gym, even when I was invisible I felt like people were staring at me. And now they were. All because of Kyle #$@$ing Thomas. The geeks hid over in their usual corner, a mass of pale-skinned, bony little boys who didn’t belong. The emo kids were spread along one of the walls. The amount of belts and %*** like that piled up along the bench was insane.  Most of them were actually decent looking, their pale stomachs home to a more than satisfactory set of muscles. But it wasn’t them I was looking for. It was the jocks.

The jocks were spread out evenly throughout the changing room, ridiculing whoever and whenever they felt like. Thankfully none of them had spotted me yet, too busy picking on their usual targets. Well, that and the fact that I’d hidden myself in an alcove. I had a perfect view of the rest of the room and none of them could see me. I’d just started to relax, fooling myself into believing I was invisible again when who should stroll into the changing room? Kyle @#^%ing Thomas.

He walked over to one of the jocks, a lazy smile pressed to his lips, and got him in a headlock. Since when did Kyle hang out with jocks? The jock smiled at him and the two wrestled for a while, not really caring if they knocked into anyone. The two eventually let go of each other and Kyle pulled off his t-shirt. Okay, it wasn’t just the emo guys with decent abs. His jeans hung low on his hips, showing off just how tightly his skin stretched across his hipbones. He looked even skinnier with his shirt off but it was skinny in a good way. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I poked my head out from the alcove a little to get a better look at him and managed to steal maybe three seconds of perving before his eyes met mine. My cheeks lit up instantly and I ducked back into the alcove, feeling my heart rate start to escalate again.

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My pitiful attempt for NaNoWriMo this year.

Thought I'd post it here since I was going to write it anyway ;)

updated Nov 5 '10 by Alley