Ser·en·dip·i·ty

Sparks fly when we’re together

Nothing else in the world even seems to matter

You bring out the passion in me

For everyone else to see

When I’m around you, my dreams are more than dreams

And life is so much more than it seems

Everyone around us can feel the heat

So why can’t you ever admit defeat

It’s okay to let people in 

And I wish you would let love win

But in the end, life isn’t black and white

I wonder

Do you know what you mean to me?

You said you were worried that I meant more to you, then you do to me

But clearly, you don’t even know half of the story

I’ve never loved someone like I love you 

Which is insane, because you never knew

I’ve always been just your best friend

And I truly hope that will never end

But the less I see you now

The more I think that’ll change somehow

I wish that you would take my hand 

Because that’s all I ever really needed, was for you to take a stand 

You thought that I cared about them, when it was only ever you

There’s no one in the world I would ever rather talk to 

I wish you would see me as more than a friend

Because I don’t think these feelings of mine will ever end 

I’ll love you through the good and the bad

A/N:I know Jack is not this tall! But I would like him to be taller than the main character so let’s just pretend :) Thank you !

Bella’s POV

Jack Avery. The schools bad boy, or who I like to refer to as the epitome of satan’s spawn. Girls sighed happily, and boys sighed enviously, however both were just as scared as he walked down the halls of South High. 6 ft, with the light brown curls, soft brown eyes, and a heart-melting smile, everyone was hooked on him. Me on the other hand, I could care less about that pompous jerk. I know what you’re thinking, “Yeah sure Bella, maybe for now”, well, you’re wrong. I can’t stand the arrogance that just radiates off him. He knows that everyone both admires yet fears him, and he couldn’t enjoy it more. You could just tell by that smirk of his; rarely does it ever leave his face and that bothered me the most. He acted like he was king of the school, and quite frankly, everyone treated him that way. Jack Avery wanted your seat? You gave it to him. Jack Avery wanted your lunch? You gave it to him. Jack Avery wanted your grandmothers, second cousins family heirloom of a ring that was passed down from generation to generation? You guessed it! You gave it to him.

Rumours were constantly circulating about him. Some were about the growing number of dumb teenage girls he’s slept with, each one thinking, “I’ll be the one to change him. To make him into a better man”. Each one also being wrong. While others were about how he took on a group of guys last week, 3 vs. 1, and still came out on top. Some rumours - well I think they’re just blatant lies, but anyways - were about the people he’s mugged, or beat to a pulp for just looking at him the wrong way.

I don’t believe these rumours because I’ve known Jack Avery since second grade. Before the hair, before the piercings, before the tattoos, before the complete 180. However, to be fair, it was more of a ‘know of him’ than an actual ‘know him’. That being said, I do know that when he was young, he seemed like every other kid. He played with lego and cars, got invited to the birthday parties of kids he probably didn’t even know existed, and had plenty of friends. It wasn’t until the eighth grade that things started changing. Jack started becoming who he is today, someone I’d never recognize as him if I didn’t watch it happen myself. Arrogant, rude, vain, scary, but most of all and most surprising, lonely. As a kid, Jack was the class clown, adored by everyone for a whole bunch of different reasons. The changes Jack went through over the years wasn’t just teenage angst, you could tell that it was something much deeper, much darker.

I on the other hand, am quite the opposite. Bella McCain. At a solid 5’7, with short brown hair, hazel eyes, and a bit curvy, am much more of introvert. Well until you get to know me at least. As you can see, I enjoy watching people. I’m a professional ‘people - watcher’ if you will. I’ve always had a small group of friends, and that’s perfectly fine for me. I love my friends, and I know I can trust them. I’d always choose quality over quantity.

Always having this secure group, I’ve never really been forced out of my little bubble. I don’t enjoy being the centre of attention, and prefer to keep to myself; for that reason is it, that I think Jack Avery and I never crossed paths. Not when we were younger, or even as we’ve gotten older, not that I’m at all complaining.