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All my life, I've never been impulsive. I like making sure of things, assuring myself that I'd get it right. That I'll be successful in doing something before I even try it. Risks are something I would never take, because even if the reward would be worth it, the pain it could bring would heartbreaking. If you ever fail.

I always lived life the simplest way. Avoiding all the drama, people around you deal with.

I just love the feeling of being able to watch freely. Not avoiding anyone but no attention is drawn to you. It's being free at its finest, you get to laugh with your own group of friends, get invited to parties from time to time. Study with the smartest kids, whom have their noses sticking in old, thick, dusty books from the library and just blending in.

That's where I always want to be. Because I never had the guts to be the bright moon - huge and mighty. Nor ever had the strong will and independence to be the dark skies - black and unnoticable. I just want to be one of the million stars, shimmering in the night. Because then, I wouldn't be ignored nor focused on. I was just there, along with the other stars.

It's actually quite funny how I was able to stay in the middle for the longest time already. Even if I had a choice. I still chose to be somewhere in between, because there, I am safe. I had no choices to make and risks to take.

Living this way, I was sure that I can both have fun and be safe from all the things I don't want to deal with but never have I ever thought that just because of one ordinary guy, like him, I would whisk away all my principles and take a risk.

The risk of chasing after him-trying to get a stupid interview just to be able to have a shot at the school paper. Maybe I'm being stupid. I knew he could continue to run away, escaping my persistence. Even though, I should've given up and find someone else instead. Someone actually nicer and more accommodating-a safer route, I still chose to run after him. To take a risk. That maybe eighteen packs of Skittles would lure him in giving me an interview.

I probably sound stupid. Making a big deal out of handing packs of Skittles to him, like it's a life-changing event. But it is. Pursuing him for an interview, out of all people is the first risk I am willing to take. The first risk I'm gonna make.

Clutching the brown paper bag filled with packs of Skittles protectively against my chest, I continued to wait for a certain brown-haired boy at the school's entrance. Raising my head a little higher from time to time, to see if he already arrived or I'd still wait.

I was never a patient person. So actually waiting for someone who might just reject me is a hard punch in my face-figuratively of course, but its impact may just pass out as literally anyway.

I tapped my foot impatiently against the tiled floor, shifting the paper bag in my arms and adjusting the strap of my backpack higher on my shoulder. What's taking him so long?

The once silent halls and parking lot, are now noisy from all the students pacing back and forth. Talking animatedly to their friends. Completely ignoring me as I stood at the front doors, looking like an obsessed admirer who's waiting for a guy. Well I am waiting for a guy, but I'm not obsessed with him. I was obsessed with getting a spot at the school paper. Though, determined would've been a better word.

It's my dream after all.

The loud buzz of students became louder when a black Audi arrived, parking at its self-proclaimed space in the middle of the parking lot as if it literally owns the place. Students started to get near the car, waiting for the driver to open up and grace them with his presence.

Stepping out of the black flashing car is the oh-so popular jock, Liam Haynes. He wore his signature outfit composed of an Abercrombie and Fitch shirt that clung to his body perfectly, giving girls a glimpse of his toned chest. Low riding Levi's jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers to complete his get up. Let's not forget the popular disheveled sexy, jet-black bed-hair. Emphasizing the bright blue eyes that he has along with that heart pounding smirk that's plastered on his face, twenty-four seven.