I'm Just Invisible... PAFP ~ Boy needed

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]As I walked through the hallways, with all my friends around me I noticed someone picking on a girl. I wasn't one to just keep walking, like the rest of the people in this school. Something told me to help, something inside was screaming to stand up. For this wasn't the first time that boy was picking on her, I had seen it before and hadn't taken action. I exchange glances with a few of my friends and without any of them knowing I step towards the guy who was harassing her. Stepping between the two, I say shoving the guy a little,"Watch who your picking on, beat it." I knew he'd listen, because I was Colton. The one kid who knew everyone and everyone knew me. I wasn't like all the other 'popular' kids in this school though, it wasn't like them to stick up for someone who wasn't in their league. I would probably hear about this for weeks, but I didn't mind for I liked the feeling of helping people.
I turn to the girl, meeting her eyes with a soft smile. I say after a few moments of staring at her,"I'm colton. I don't believe we have met, if we did I'm sure I would have remembered." There was something different about her, and it wasn't her looks it was her eyes. They demanded for attention, and something inside wanted to give them that attention they desired.

{Hello my dearest, what does your character look like? :)}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]{Yes, I am online now. I'll be one and off during the day, I mostly get on later in the evening when I have the time. Thank you, your character is beautiful! Dylan makes me melt. :)}

I meet her eyes as she said her name quietly, I look down for a moment because I found myself distracted. I nod curling my lips down to hide another smile,"Well, Dakota. It's nice to meet you, that guy should be off your case for awhile. Where you headed?" As in what class she was headed to next. I wanted to see if I had classes with her, this girl seemed like a project that I could work on. Although my friends would be breathing down my neck about it, and never leave me alone. I was starting to like this shy yet bright girl. I look to my friends, who were staring. I do a princess wave, and motion then to go. They do, after grinning like girls who just got a new Barbie doll. They were good guys, except when it came to girls. They'd pick at you forever about the stupidest things if you had a girlfriend, treat you like you had cooties or something. Even though they had girls of their own, it was a complicated guy tease I suppose. I look back to her, smiling softly and running my hand along the back of my neck because I realized that my heart was racing.
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{I believe so, if not I'll have it replied to by morning for you. :)}

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]I realized that I had that class next too, and I didn't know why I didn't notice this girl before. I nod curling my lips down once more to hide another smile,"Me too, walk with me?" I don't give her time to have much of an answer, I just take her hand and slide my fingers between hers. Tugging her between people, I smile at her each time I looked back from waving and giving high fives to kids with my free hand. I make it to chemistry, and let go of her hand. Saying as I walked in,"I'll sit with you, if you don't mind." All this time, we were in the same class and I didn't even notice. I guess I was to busy talking or being stupid to realize it.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]{No, no! You didn't my dearest, I've just been busy that's all. I'll reply soon, what are your plans for this thread? Would you like them to fall in love? Drama?}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]{great ideas! I'm open for any others, and don't worry about offending me. I find myself rather enjoying your presence. Thank you, but I'm not the best at role playing.}

I meet her eyes, mine glowing with pleasure. I lightly touch her elbow, pulling a chair out for her and siting next to her. My parents were really proper with manners and it used to annoy me. I guess it all comes in hand when it comes to girls. I sigh when my girlfriend sits between us, Carson. You see, we looked so good on papers and prom queen and king. We didn't have chemistry though, she was great but she'd always been known to be the one kissing a football player behind the bleachers with 6 different boyfriends. Every boy liked her for her body, she was stunningly attractive. Every girl liked me for my toned abs and charms. That's what made us so perfect to everyone else. I found myself liking the idea of her, rather than herself. She smirks at the girl, and slides her hand into my shirt as she kisses me. Revealing my defined abs. I pull away because I could taste the other guy's lips already. I turn to Dakota,"This is Carson, Carson this is Dakota." She smiles brightly,"Oh! Your cute, what are you like 4? I've never seen you around, you probably already know who I am." She runs her fingers through her hair and begins to work. I hated how she acted, fake was a word you could use to describe her.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]I never really understood why Carson stayed with me, perhaps I reminded her that there were still gentlemen in this world and not just perverts and low lifes. We had a complicated relationship, being that we fought all the time and she cheated with 4 different guys. I didn't really know why I chose to stay with her, there were plenty of other girls that were in line for me. All waiting to have a ride, I guess I just never gave it much thought until I met Dakota. I lean back in my chair, looking over Carson to Dakota with a soft smile. I was so drawn to her, and everyone knew I liked the effect she had on my eyes. I just wondered what she thought of me...
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[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Relieved that I got her in my group, I slowly stand going up to get the supplies. Some of my friends in the class made 'oooo' sounds and wiggled their eyebrows. I didn't see why though, it wasn't like I was undressing her and taking her to the next room. I could tell Carson was a little concerned, but when her name got called and one of the jocks was her partner she didn't seem to mind. I sit next to Dakota, laughing a little as she sits there, she looked as if she had seen a ghost. I set the things down and say after a moment,"Okay, I'm glad I have you in my group. I really thought I was going to have to deal with some weird kid, but your pretty cool." I grin at her and bite my lip a little but as I began to write. I was a good writer, and most guys weren't so they saw it as girly. I don't see why, my eyes keep trailing up and each time I looked at her you could say I was distracted. I smile again at her and clear my throat once I finished writing. I lean back in my chair looking over at her and saying,"Tell me about yourself." As I talked I held out fingers and slowly tap them,"Your hobbies, your interests, your weird fetchies." I chuckle a little and smile brightly with lit up eyes.
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