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Catching Sparks

Novel By: PossiblyMine
Romance


Tags: Jasper, Rylee, Love, Teen


New school. New Town. No mom.
Welcome to the life of Jasper Hale. After losing his mom to Leukemia, Jasper is moved across the country to live with his crazy uncle. Jasper hates California, but soon finds himself chasing his dreams and Rylee Sparks.

There are also character pictures on my page that go with the story!

**Hey, This is my new novel. Well, kinda new... I had started it, then got a writer's block and that hindered it. There is cursing and swearing, there is also teen themes. Thanks, for reading ya'll!** View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 17, 2013    Reads: 55    Comments: 10    Likes: 1   


Her eyes. The incomparable blue hue of them was breathtaking, the misterious glint, just added more beauty to them, if that is even possible. I couldn't stop staring, even after she looked off to the side. Her friends gave her an odd look and then glance up to see me staring. They gave me looks of disgust and disdain. Now, it is my turn to look away.

I felt like I had seen her before, but where?

The bell rang signaling my first day of school at Columbus High School for the musically gifted. I don't know how my uncle got me in here without an audition, but whatever he did worked. My uncle, Carson, is a good guy, he took me in after my mom passed away last month to Leukemia. Uncle Carson lives out in Hollywood. He is some sort of "big shot" producer. Most of the movies he has produced suck, but hey, it helped pay for my mom's treatments and now my everyday living, so I shouldn't complain. My uncle is very supportive of my passions, like performing. I guess I must be some kind of good, if they let me into school here.

They were all staring as I walked down the hallway. I don't know if they could smell my fear or they could just tell I was new. Almost every person slammed their locker and turned to look at me as I walked past. Some of the glares I knew what they meant, I have seen them a few too many times before. The "new kid" eye scan, the "he must be gay, with hair like that" look, and, my favorite, the "go away dweeb" dismissive glance.

School has never been easy for me. From being shoved into lockers, constantly having my homework stolen, and the names. The names were always the worst. I know, I know, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me. Well, have you ever spent all day being called "emo boy, asswipe, gay, faggot." The worst is even my teachers couldn't remember my name. When they need my attention it was "Hey, ummm, pretty boy." or "Hey, kid over there." My gym teacher even called me "faggot." Now do you understand how words can hurt?

I made it through all my morning classes just fine. They were just the basic classes, like guitar 101, performance preparation, and then private singing lessons, so nothing hard. Now lunch, that's a different story. I didn't really make any friends in my first classes. Looks like I will be eating alone at a table in the back. I grab my lunch and begin towards the back. On my way to the back, she and her friends step in front of me. "Get out of the way loser." One of her friends say, then they burst into giggles. She doesn't laugh, but just keeps her eyes locked on mine. Her friends grab her arm and they go around me, with whispers of faggot and emo as they walk by.

The rest of the day flew by fast, mostly because I couldn't forget how sad her eyes looked. They looked as if all the color had drained out of them. They went from the gorgeous ocean blue to a flat and lifeless gray. I didn't even know that was possible, but my biggest question was: Why is she so sad?

The rumor mill was going crazy. Rumors about me were flying, of course, but I managed to pick out the reason she was sad. Rumor had it, during second period she caught her boyfriend making out with the school slut, Camilla Black in the girls basement locker room.

I walk out to my 2013 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500, that my uncle got me so I would blend in with the "rich and famous" kids at my school. I find it easily in the lot, with its bright blue color. I hop in and crank up my music. I whip out of the school parking lot and am on my way home, when I come to an immediate halt. Had it been anyone, but her, I wouldn't have stopped. I put the car in the park and jump out. She sits on the curb facing away from a big iron gate, which I am assuming is the entry to a big estate, that might be her estate for all I know. It's surrounded by bushes all trimmed neat, almost to perfection. The gate was crawling with ivy thought, as if someone was too lazy to cut it off. It was quite a stark contrast to the sleek bushes, but I have to focus on her not the shrubbery.

"Are you alright?" Blankly asking her what has her upset.

"Yeah, just gotta let it sink in that my boyfriend really has been cheating on me." She states flatly, sadness seeping from her words.

"You sound like you knew this already?"

"I kinda saw it coming. He had been spending less time with me and my friends said they saw him with someone else, but I didn't believe them. He just seemed so perfect. You know? I guess you don't, because you're a guy, but ya. Sorry, I'm babbling, not to mention I am raging to a complete stranger."

"I don't mind. I'm Jasper, by the way.

"Rylee, the pathetic and hopelessly romantic Sparks."

"Thats quite the middle name." She giggles a bit at my charming personality, or my stupid joke, nobody has solid evidence that it wasn't me right? "but I do understand that. There are girls that seem so perfect too, almost too perfect." Like you, I think silently to myself. I don't know what it is about her that draws me in so much, but I know I am falling for her and falling hard.





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