1 The book

The second I come to class I see that face. I look up to the sky and not so gently, in my head, scream "REALLY?" to my bud up there. Let me back up a little.

My name is Celeste Martinez. As my name suggests, I come from a typical Colombian family. I was born in Bogota, but my family moved to Orange County, California when I was six. I'm the shortest person I know (5'0). I look like almost any other Latina, I've got a mole right above my lip. Two things I can't live without- dance and (not by choice) DRAMA. It is literally what I named my shadow. Follows me everywhere.

Back to where we left, that face, yes. I really can't believe we ended up getting into the same class. Aaliyah Raheeman's beautiful face held the same amount of shock as mine. We were from the same school for as long as I can remember. Last year we had some beef I'd rather not remember now. So much for new year new life.

People look mortified as I frantically shake a stick at god shouting "HOW DARE!". Just kidding, can't let people know what kind of a whacko I am right on the first day.

We were half friends and I really didn't want to start school on a negative note so I sat next to her. "So, new school huh?", Aaliyah started, "Nice that I have someone I know." Well her face said otherwise.

To be honest, if she wasn't so kind and sweet I would have totally hated her. I could definitely sense some tension between us. "You know what, let's start afresh can we? I'm really sorry for everything that happened. Deal?" I say. She chuckled gracefully, making me question my femininity. "Deal", she gives me a warm smile.

The door of our class bursts open, revealing a lanky man in his fifties. "Good morning students, I am the newly appointed mathematics teacher. You can call me Mr. Gold. I hope you are a junior this year and what I teach will be the basis of what you learn in your senior year. Let's begin, shall we?"

About three minutes into the lesson I zoned out. Not to be stereotypical but math is my favourite subject so I finished studying the whole junior year syllabus in my sophomore year.

I am pulled out of my thoughts, feeling a hit from a paper ball at the back of my head. I turn around and find icy blue eyes staring into my soul.

Jackson Grey is the typical high school bad boy. Looks, money and girls. He's got them all. His father is the CEO of TechnoSoft, a billion dollar company.

He has beautiful olive skin that shone like gold in the sunlight. His jawline could probably cut a cake and don't even get me started on that trademark smirk of his. I do not joke when I say this but if you're immune to his charms you're probably a non living thing. Or me.

"What?", I mouth. His smirk only got wider. A familiar pain stings my chest. I barely manage to contain the anger I have suppressed for so long. Yes. The famous Jackson Grey broke my heart.

I bend down and pick up the paper ball beside me and opened it, revealing his terrible handwriting. 'MEET ME BEHIND THE CANTEEN AFTER CLASS ;)' I look up and meet his eyes again and see them light up in amusement, that is probably directed to my barely hidden angry face. This boy really had the nerve to have any form of contact with me after what he did.

He raises his eyebrows and signals at the girl sitting in front of me. Oh right. What was I even thinking. Once a meathead always a meathead. I pass on the note to the red head in front. I think her name was Olivia. I manage to stay calm, which is a lot, considering I have one hell of a temper.

The sound of the duster rattling in the table breaks me from my trance. I lift up my head to see what it is about, just like the others in the class. Startled green eyes meet my confused, plain brown ones.

"YOU!" the guy yelped, pointing at me. I may be a little life dumb but I know for a fact that once I see a face, I remember it for my whole life. Some might say it's a super power but I am pretty sure that if I had ever seen this gorgeous man's face before I would have definitely remembered it.

"Who, me?" I ask confused, but confident. Mystery man just purses his lips but doesn't shift his gaze. "Students, please welcome Ryan Moore. His father is a Major in the Army so be careful about how you act towards him" Mr. Gold winks, making some of the students chuckle.

Although I am paying attention to what Mr. Gold is saying, my eyes are still glued on Mystery man, who now has a name. His eyes were glued to mine as well. Those beautiful green orbs roam around my face, as though searching for answers to questions only he might know of. His behavior just piqued my interest even more. Who are you, Ryan Moore?

"Miss Martinez?" I hear Mr. Gold's voice call out, making me shift my gaze to him. "Yes?" I ask as I again look back at Ryan. "Good. You may sit next to Miss Martinez then." He declares. "Did you say Martinez, sir?" Ryan asks looking a little shaken. "I'm pretty sure I did Mr. Moore. Off you go now."

Ryan looks like he's seen a ghost. He takes a seat next to me and I try starting a conversation. "Are you okay there?" I ask slightly concerned about the fact that I might actually be a ghost. "Yes" he coughs up and lifts his hand to brush his soft looking jet black hair. I notice his arm bulge as he did that. "Oh mama." I whisper out before I get a chance to control my tongue.

Ryan looks up innocently and raises his eyebrows. "My mom left us when I was eleven." he says. I feel extremely guilty because I'm stuck between feeling bad about him and feeling like laughing because he misunderstood my context. "I'm so sorry about that. I really don't know what I would do without my mom." I shudder in horror about the thought. "I know" he nods and for some unknown reason, I believed that he did.

Before I could ask him if he knew me or anything about me the bell rang and he shot out of his seat. I try to cut through the crowd in the corridor but it was pointless.

"Yua! Girl I've been looking for you!" I feel an arm swing around my neck. A smile takes over my feature as I ruffle my best friend's hair. "I'm not two years old anymore sis what's your deal" he swats my hand away and I chuckle. "We still have twenty minutes before the next class. Can you help me find the Knot Theory book I have to write a thesis." Leo gives me his best puppy eyes. I roll mine, showing that I gave in.

We walk up to the library and I start searching for the book I one of the aisles. Suddenly I feel something weird up my spine and I feel the adrenaline rush through my body. A thud on my head send me to the ground and I shriek. It was not the pain in my head that made me shriek. I rub my eyes to see clearer. I gasp as I see it again.

My face. On the book cover.