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[Madelyn Paige Criss]

Though she looks so sad in photographs,

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Madelyn was a flustered girl today. The whole week was proving to be a struggle, for multiple reasons. Number one, her whole schedule was being flipped upside down because of one group of boys. They wouldn’t leave her alone in her science class, and they wouldn’t succumb to detention either. So her mother had done all that she could do, which was a schedule change out of that class. It had become such a problem that she couldn’t study, she couldn’t listen to the teacher, she couldn’t leave her seat. Her grades were all the proof that the principal needed to grant her a schedule change; Madelyn was usually a straight A student, but she had scored a D on her last report card. At least her mom had understood her failing, instead of going off on her. Madelyn didn’t even want to go to school anymore, each morning she pitched a fit not to go. But each day she got up and got dressed and ready, and her mother shipped her off to school with a hug and a promise that it would be better that day. It never was.


After talking to the principal for almost an hour, Madelyn hurried to class. She wanted to make a good impression on the teacher, even though she was already going to be late. She turned down the hallway, schedule in hand. She didn’t know where she was going, and she felt lost. Just as she took another turn, the tardy bell rang and she took of running down the hallway. Great, late on the first day of her new class. She mentally noted the door numbers, finally arriving at the one that should be her new Chemistry class. When she put her hand on the knob it felt like an electric shock that went straight to her stomach. What if some of her bullies were in this class too? What if everyone in there hated her? She didn’t want to go in, her heart was beating so fast in her chest. Could fifteen year olds have heart attacks? Madelyn shut her eyes, breathed deep, then walked through the door.


The teacher looked her over and took her schedule- She had to verify that the principal approved- and then she waved to the class. ”We have a new student, class. Her name is Madelyn, be nice. “ Madelyn blushed and looked at the ground, scared to see any disapproving glares. ”Take a seat over there, it’s the open one. “ Madelyn looked up, and almost cried out. She couldn’t sit there, no freaking way. There was a guy there, and he was gorgeous, there was no way she could sit next to him. She was shaking, almost about to cry, as she walked to her seat. She clenched the straps of her messenger bag and slowly pulled if off to set it down. When she sat, she sat prim and proper like her mother had taught her. She tried not to show the fact she was shaking by clutching her hands together on the desk. Her legs were crossed at the knee, and she really hoped he didn’t know how her leg fat seemed to spread out, or her(non existent) fat rolls. The air seemed to be really tense, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. She made sure to look every where put at the gorgeous guy she was sitting next to at the moment.

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[Ethan Alexander Westchire]

Ethan sat on the stool of his Chemistry lab, utterly bored with the class. Ethan had always been excellent at science. It just came naturally, and the course bored him still, since he already knew the answers to everything without even having to listen to the teacher or study. He sighed, his blue eyes dropping to his notebook where he was sketching an anime guy wielding a caliber sword twice his size. It was a pretty good piece, even if he justified that statement alone.

Just as Ethan was getting the last details finished on the drawing, the door opened slowly. Everyone in the class turned their attention to the girl. Ethan blinked twice as the teacher announced her name. He glanced at the empty stool beside him and knew that the teacher would put her there, not that he minded really. He watched her carefully when the teacher pointed out her seat. She seemed hesitant. He smiled politely as she sat down, but for some reason, she refused to look at him. His blue eyes cast down to the drawing, and he turned the page, tearing a piece of paper out and scribbling on it in what most called a vampire's font.

Don't worry. I won't bite. :3 The name's Ethan Westchire. Nice to meet you, Madelyn. He wrote, then slide the paper over to her, offering her a gentle, kind smile. He wanted her to feel comfortable around him if she were going to be his lab partner. He then recognized her. She was the girl that got bullied in the halls. Ethan frowned, remembering the consequences of bulling his sister, even if it only happened a few times. Nearly killed him, she did. However, she was bit angrier towards Americans since she was originally from Russia. She had little patience with people who stared at her, or bullied others. She knew what it felt like, and wouldn't put up with it. Not even from her half-sibling.

Ethan watched the teacher hand out a sheet of paper, handing two to Ethan. He slid a copy to Madelyn and smiled at her. "Do you know how to do all this?" He asked her. He was willing to help her if she needed it.

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[Madelyn Paige Criss]

Though she looks so sad in photographs,

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I absolutely love her when she smiles.[/B][/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/center]



Just breath, in and out. He probably doesn’t even notice you! Get your shit together! Madelyn was trying to become tranquil again, there was nothing eye-catching about her, the boy had no idea who she was. It was all going to be okay. She was horribly shaken as she reached down to grab a notebook and a pencil out of her bag. She prayed that they were there, even still her blood pounded in her ears. Her vision was blurry, or was that just her? She sat up straight again and began scribbling down the things the teacher was putting on the board. Her hand writing was a little sloppy, but neat at the same time, She usually wrote to fast to make it pretty like the other girls.


Madelyn was really trying hard to not fall into a panic attack, but the boy handed her a note. a note! When he slid it to her and smiled, she almost died. This boy was absolutely gorgeous, and he was passing her a note! So obviously he had noticed her. Madelyn feared her nose start bleeding like the characters in an anime show. Her already huge eyes grew to the size of saucer and her heart beat picked up again. What the hell was she supposed to say. Should she touch the note? She was afraid that if she did it would fall to ashes. She was blushing hard enough to be seen from outer space at this point, he probably thought she was so stupid.


Ethan.. She hadn’t heard of the name before, but unless someone told her Madelyn wasn’t the one to remember people by names. That face though… She would remember that face for the rest of her life. She couldn’t wait to go home and tell her mom all about this. She mentally smacked herself, she was getting off track. She peered at the note again, and toughened up for a second. He knew her name! How did he know her name? Madelyn wanted to slap herself silly at this point, because she had forgotten that the teacher had introduced her already. She noticed that his handwriting was cooler than hers, as her mind jumped all over the place. Then the teacher left them to their own. What was her cholesterol level? Madelyn jumped when he spoke his voice shocked her immensely. She recorssed her legs. She was going to sound like an idiot on the first day in her new class. ”Y-yeah. I… Umm I t-think I have it. She stuttered and halted, her voice hardly above a whisper.

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[Ethan Alexander Westchire]

Ethan could see her blushing, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling. Usually the girls talked to weren't shy at all, and were more or less on the slutty side. However, Madelyn was way on the shy side. His blue eyes looked her over completely. She was quite pretty. To Ethan, she almost looked like she could be a model.

He watched her jump at his voice, and her sudden movement caused him to jump as well. Then he chuckled and placed his hand over her forearm. "Hey. Relax. I'm easy-going and easy to get along with. Promise." He said, flashing her a brilliant smile. He heard a snicker and turned to see one of his best friends starting at him, wiggling his eyebrows like a pervert. Ethan rolled his eyes and mouthed, shut the fuck up. It's not even like that! before looking back at Madelyn and then down at his paper. He quickly wrote his name, the date, and scanned over the list of Chemistry questions.

He looked at Madelyn from the corner of his eye and began to mark down the answers on his paper. When he was done, he simply put down his pencil and waited. He wanted to make sure Madelyn wouldn't need any help before turning his own paper in. Plus, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to take her paper for her, so she wouldn't have to get up. He knew that she must have felt nervous about having her classes switched. It would certainly bother him, despite the fact that he got along with everyone. It was just that he'd become accustomed to his current schedule, and changing it would throw him completely off balance. If Madelyn was shy, he certainly knew she didn't want to draw attention to herself by getting up. "I'll take your paper for you when you're done." He replied in his smooth, deep voice, still smiling.

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[Madelyn Paige Criss]

Though she looks so sad in photographs,

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I absolutely love her when she smiles.[/B][/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/center]



Madelyn was on the edge of understanding. On a scale of 1 to 4, she was a two. She had came in the middle of a lesson after all, so at least she didn’t feel that dumb. Still, her paper was still half blank. She felt good about one and two, three a and some of four. Five had completely stumped her to no end, and she forced herself to not chew on the eraser end of her pencil. There was no easy way to get this done when there was such gorgeous guy next to her. She snuck a look at the corner of her eye when her hair fell to cover her face. If only she had worn make-up today. Madelyn didn’t like make-up because she thought that if a guy didn’t like her for who she was, there was no point in covering her face. His voice was the smooth and deep, and all together suiting. Instead of replying she just looked down, but she smiled. Was that his hand on her forearm? Her eyes darted from her paper to her forearm to his face; she looked like a deer in headlights. Madelyn’s arm was tingly, and she moved it, acting like she was rolling that shoulder.

He was already done. Madelyn almost fainted, she was obviously an idiot. If she was a “popular” girl she would have been all “Oh no, I’m so stupid can you help me?” then rub her boobs in his face. That’s not who she was though, and she didn’t think that would work for her anyways; she had tiny boobs. Oh My god, I just looked down at my boobs! Why did I do that? She snapped her head back up. No, she really shouldn’t be looking at her boobs right now. Since her blush wasn’t fading, it became even more red when he spoke again. Ahh! What to say? She didn’t talk to boys unless they were bullying her, and that’s what made her so clumsy around them. Most of the boys she went to school with were the ones that had bullied her since grade school, and it was hard.


This was not at all, how she wanted this to go. She wanted to melt into her seat and completely disappear like she was never here. If Madelyn kept blushing like this, she would for sure melt. She stared at the question on the board, really hoping that the answer would appear but it didn’t. Everything on the board was just becoming a clutter and making the least amount of sense. She knew she could do it, she had done it before right? ”T-thanks. She stuttered again. She openly sighed under her breath and then pushed her hair behind her ears again. Madelyn wished she had worn it up today, but was glad she had gotten up and taken a shower this morning. She hadn’t straighten her hair though, so it was curly and probably ugly. To Madelyn, everything about her was ugly. Which wasn’t true, because Madelyn was one of the prettier girls at school when she wanted to be.

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[Ethan Alexander Westchire]

Ethan sighed. Everything he did seemed to make her blush more. He leaned back and popped his knuckled before whistling quietly to himself. When he looked over at Madelyn again, he realized that most of her paper was still blank. "Want some help?" He asked, keeping his tone friendly and reserved, instead of bright and out-going like it had been moments ago. The last he needed was the frighten her off. Being the smarter kid in class, Ethan was rarely ever paired with anyone. The usually wanted to copy his work, or just gawk at him, depending on the gender. Plus, Ethan was smart enough in this class to not need a partner, not that he minded it.

He watched her tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and couldn't stop the grin that spread across his handsome face. How he wished she'd just relax. He understood that she was nervous, and since all the guy bullied her, that made it worse. Ethan knew this. He put his hand on her shoulder, and his blue eyes took on a more gentle look. "Listen, Madelyn... I'm not like all the other guys who bully you. They're all just jackasses. But, I'm not going to bully you. Promise." He said, flashing her his perfect teeth. He heard someone call his name from across the room and looked up to see the teacher motioning for him to come to the desk. Ethan stepped off the stool and went to the desk, only to return with a small packet in his hand.

He set it in the space between him and Madelyn. "Our teacher wanted me to give this to you. It's a study guide, so you can catch up. If you need any help, we can always go somewhere and I'd be happy to help you study. I'm not a bad guy. I swear." Ethan said, giving her a playful smile. He hoped to at least get one back, or a laugh. Something to make her relax around him, even if just a little.

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[Madelyn Paige Criss]

Though she looks so sad in photographs,

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I absolutely love her when she smiles.[/B][/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/center]



The teacher had a chalk board. What teacher still had a chalk board? Madelyn was trying to distract herself from Ethan, and she was trying to distract herself from wavering sense of people watching her. Everything she did she tried to do perfectly so that she didn't set off any one. If she did things perfectly, and not sloppily, or not loudly, maybe they would leave her alone. Though this hadn't worked for the past ten years, it might kick in now. Middle school hadn't been bad, but that had also been the years that she had befriended all the teachers. After those years they had only bullied her for it.

There had also been the year when Madelyns friend had passed a note to the guy she liked, asking him to ask out Madelyn, he hated her after that. He to began to bully her, and that set of a whole new chain. Her friend had then broken down and told her that she was moving, all in the same week. It had been a hard year, but it had its perks as well. Her niece was born, and Madelyn had fallen in love.

She was well off her train of thought, and had been staring blankly at the board, and her eyes had glazed over. Number five was still not done on her paper, but she had worked some of it out. She was a complete and utter failure sometimes. At least she felt positive about the first three, and some of four. She couldn't get that bad of a grade if only one was wrong, right?

Hand on her shoulder! There was a hand on Madelyn's shoulder. She looked over at him, she tried not to look scared or shocked. His eyes looked so gentle.. She listened this time, and she almost fell apart right there. Her heart seemed to beat fast enough to come out of her chest. She waited until he left, or at least tried. The tears came rolling down her cheeks. What the hell? She turned around and allowed her hair to work as a curtain to keep people from seeing her cry. The tears were silent as they came out. When he returned she automatically turned around to see what he was talking about, thinking the tears were over with. Which was false, because they were still rolling down her cheeks. The blood was pounding in her ears again, she couldn't hear anything.

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[Ethan Alexander Westchire]

She was crying! Ethan stepped away from Madelyn as he looked at the tears on her cheeks. His heart lurched into his throat and he swallowed. What had he done to make her cry? His expression turned in pure shock and before he knew it, his arms were wrapped around her in a hug. "Please don't cry." He whispered, too low for the other students to hear. They were two wrapped up in the work to even notice Ethan and Madelyn, and for that, he was thankful.

When he pulled away, he titled her chin up, forcing her to look into his blue eyes. "Girls as pretty as you shouldn't cry." He said kindly. It wasn't him hitting on her, or flirting in any way, really. It was simply him making a statement. He hated seeing a girl cry, and hated it even more when the girl was extremely pretty, or at least, up to his standards. Madelyn was definitely up to his standards. He thought she was gorgeous, and to see her crying simply crushed him. He'd just met the girl, and yet, her tears had such a strong impact. He'd always hated seeing a girl cry, though. Even his near heartless sister, Nakita. While she was only heartless towards him and their parents, he hated it when she cried, when she did more often than people thought.

Ethan pulled his stool closer to Madelyn's, and took her hand in both of his. "Hey. Are you alright?" He asked, a sympathetic smile touching at his light pink lips as he gazed at her with glossy eyes. He hadn't even realized that seeing her cry had pulled such strong emotions from himself. He sighed, but kept his gave on her. "If I did something wrong, Madelyn, I'm terrible sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He said, his voice was barely a whisper.

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[Madelyn Paige Criss]

Though she looks so sad in photographs,

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I absolutely love her when she smiles.[/B][/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/center]



Madelyn was such a fool sometimes, why did she have to do everything wrong? When thrown the opportunity to talk to an absolutely Greek God of a man, she had started crying. It wasn’t only that she was upset about though, but the fact that it had been so long she had actually cried in front of anyone. Now she was crying in a class room of kids, and she had just let it happen. Madelyn hadn’t even been able to handle her composure. She had hurriedly wiped them away, but after they started they just wouldn’t stop. Why did this guy have to say such things? Did everyone know she was bullied? She had gone through school thinking no one saw it, or hoping that they didn’t.

Oh my god he’s hugging me! Madelyn’s thoughts were totally forgotten for a second. Her eyes widened again and she tensed up. That was for sure not something she was used to. Madelyn hungered her niece, her mom, and her close friend. Not boys. She patted his back one, softly, because she really was unsure of what to do. She was blushing like crazy, and she didn’t really know what to do so it jut got worse. She made everything worse.


Madelyn realized slightly when he pulled away, only to tense up again. Please don’t have any boogers or snot, please don’t have any boogers or snot on my face! She prayed to everything holy. Then she blushed again, and if she was prone to nose bleeds she would have on right about now. Her face was red enough anyways, no need to ruin everything with the beseeching color red. Since she was being forced to look into his eyes, Madelyn took the time to realize how blue they were. Everyone she had talked to recently seemed to have blue eyes. She didn’t know what to say, so she jut shook her head the best she could.



There was nothing she could do anymore, Madelyn didn’t know what else to do. She wiped away the last of her tears and chastised herself for not bringing a hoodie to school. Right now she only wanted to put on her hoodie that was three sizes to big and disappear. She knew inside that he was going to keep talking, but she still didn’t know how to reply. It wasn’t like she was speechless, but instead afraid of what would happen when she talked. ” I’m F-fine, thanks.” For once in a long while she tried to smile, but then she was shaking her head no. ” N-no. I s-shouldn’t c-cr-cry like a fool. “ She was shocked by the interest he was showing in her, since she thought no one cared anymore. She was sort of happy about it though, it made her want to scream in joy. He was a boy after all, and a gorgeous one indeed.


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[Ethan Alexander Westchire]

Ethan smiled slightly, a friendly little smile that didn't touch his eyes. The blue took on a darker hue as sadness set into them. How he hated it when girls cried. It made them look so vulnerable and innocent. If any of the slutty blondes Ethan didn't care to talk to started crying, he'd probably feel about the same way. But, when it came to Madelyn, who was always bullied in the halls and such, he felt worse for her. He was sure that she didn't want his sympathy, but he couldn't help himself. He was just a caring kind of person, and she was crying. Sure, they'd just met - but that didn't matter to Ethan. She was a girl; and she was crying!

Ethan rubbed her back and spoke in a soft voice. "No, no. Don't say that. It's okay." He said in a hushed voice. The teacher called his name and Ethan patted her knee in a brotherly way before going to the front of the room. He sat back down and leaned close to Madelyn to whisper. "He wants to know if you need to go to the restroom for a few minutes." Ethan said, looking at her gently. She seemed so fragile and soft. It reminded him of a small child who'd lost her mother. The thought tugged at his heartstrings.

Ethan reached up to wipe a tear from Madelyn's cheek and smiled at her kindly. Yeah, sure. He'd just met her, and already he comforted her like a best friend. Two things could easily explain this. One; Ethan was out-going. He wasn't shy at all, so that contributed to his behavior. Two; She was a girl who always got bullied. All she needed was a good friend to stand by her, and Ethan didn't see why he couldn't be that friend. However, inside he knew that if he could choose one friend to share with his older sister, it'd be Madelyn. After all, Nakita could defend her against boys and girls, while Ethan could only defend her against boys. Nakita would be a big help in getting people to leave Madelyn alone, and now, that was Ethan's primary goal.

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[Madelyn Paige Criss]

Though she looks so sad in photographs,

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I absolutely love her when she smiles.[/B][/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/center]


Madelyn was more flustered now than when she had walked into the classroom. Within fifteen minutes she had started crying, a new record for her indeed. She needed to stop being so fragile, maybe take things less seriously, she needed a tough layer of skin. Though she did not really know how, because it seemed like every piece of exterior she had to protect herself they had rubbed away piece by piece until she was left with nothing. Madelyn was absolutely stripped bare, her esteem gauge was empty. There were those random times when she would get up earlier and dress nice like today, and there were the days when she wore whatever she picked up. Those days were more often.

How many times was he going to touch her? Because no matter how many times he did, Madelyn freaked out every time. Her heart beat would pick up just about every single time. She didn’t know what to say, really. She felt like she couldn’t even open her mouth anymore. When he walked away though, she looked to the note she had never written a reply for. She stole a glance and then picked up her pen. ” I’m sorry for crying. That was just the nicest thing someone... a guy.. has said to me in at least six years.Thank you. “ She wrote it out and sighed, writing things out were a lot easier than saying them. She closed her eyes and passed it to his side of the desk, moving back to her position just as he got back.
Yes, she needed to get out of here before he saw the note. She didn’t want to see his face, which she guessed would be a bad one. Maybe it would be just like the reaction she had gotten from her bully when her friend asked him out for her. Since she didn’t want to face that rejection, she went ahead and nodded. ”Yes please..” She whispered and nodded her head. She was quite surpised again when he wiped one of her tears away, and her mouth openly gaped; though she quickly shut it again.
Madelyn kept her eyes on the ground as she walked out of the class room, refusing to look at anyone. She didn’t grab the pass either, since the bathroom was right across the hall and she didn’t think she would get caught on a three second walk. She opened the bathroom door and walked in, breathing a sigh of relief. It didn’t appear that anyone else was in here, and she would get a few minutes alone. The reflection in the mirror was that of a scared, flustered, and weak looking girl; Madelyn. She washed her face- another perk of no make-up- and then looked at herself again. Now her skin wasn’t as red, and she felt a little better. ”You are going to go in there and be fierce!” She said to herself, her voice seemed to echo around the big bathroom. She smiled and walked out again, but as soon as she touched the knob of her class room door she slumped a bit. She was going to go in there and sit, finish her work, turn it in and pray that the last few minutes by quicker than the rest of the class had. Madelyn went to her stool and sat, keeping her eyes down and her hair in her face.




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[Ethan Alexander Westchire]

He watched her leave the classroom and then sighed. When he glanced down, he saw the reply on the note, and couldn't stop his gaze from lifting to the door that had just clicked shut. He tabbed his pen on the black lab table for a moment before writing back in his vampire-ish font again.

Well, I'm not like other guys, so I give myself that. But, no worries! It's fine. I've seen my share of girls cry, and I absolutely hate it. Especially when it's pretty girls like yourself... It makes me sad, and that's not easily done. But, I promise... Stick with me, and I won't let anyone hurt you. :D He wrote.

He slid the paper back to her side of the table just as she came back in. He smiled at her, though she didn't look at him. "Feel better?" He asked her, looking down at his completed paper for a brief moment. His eyes then flashed to her paper. She was on the last question. "If you want to copy my last answer, you can. I don't mind." He said, kindly. There was a gentleness in his voice as he spoke, and it was a gentleness that he couldn't help. Hell, he didn't even know where it'd come from. It had just... Happened.

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