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     Dazed at finding herself on the ground once again, Sophie turned her head and looked into the incredibly midnight blue eyes looking down sympathetically at her.  Blinking, her eyes wandered down, and she then found herself staring at the most tempting lips a guy could own.  They looked soft, inviting, and very kissable.  The lips then started to move and Sophie found that she had to hide a groan, for they looked even more kissable when in action.  Strangely enough, Sophie didn't hear any sound until her wet sneaker was tapped.

     "Huh?" Sophie asked, breaking out of her daze.

     "I said, need a hand up?" the guy asked for apparently the second time.

     "Uh... no thanks,"  she replied, just know realizing that she still sat upon the wet sidewalk.  She scrambled up and quickly stepped back away from the guy.

     He was astonishingly tall to her petite 5'1"; he must have been at least 6' 1".  This time it was his lips that quirked in amusement, "Ok then, I guess I'll see you around," he said, and then jogged off to catch up with a group of guys who Sophie immediately pegged as his friends.

     Groaning, Sophie admonished herself for not taking the guys offer.  He was the first person to ever try to talk to Sophie voluntarily since the beginning of highschool, and Sophie was now a junior.

     She had always been disliked because her clothes were old, and often had holes in them, and she wasn't one of the populars.  Of course most of the reason she wasn't liked was because of the fact that one of the most popular girls in the school hated her.  Which was the girl who had pushed her this morning, or rather had one of her cronies do it.  Her name is Monique.

     When Sophie walked into her homeroom class five minutes late the teacher sighed and rolled her eyes.  Sophie was late because she had tried to dry her arse as much as possible in the bathroom, but of course the teacher couldn't know that, so she proceeded to ask what she did almost every other day, "Ms. Pelcem what is your excuse for being late again?"

     "I don't have one," Sophie replied using her usual answer, wishing that she could disappear as her classmates looked on snickering like always.

     "You know the routine, go to the office and get a tardy slip," the teacher, Mrs. Jones lowered her glasses and looked Sophie directly in the eye, "and mind you to actually hurry back today, instead of soming in a half hour late."

     More laughter erupted from the class and Sophie mortified nearly ran out of the classroom and down the hallway towards the office.  Not looking where she was going she suddenly bumped into something, or rather someone and fell down again.

     Silently rubbing her backside, Sophie simply looked up at the someone she had bumped into with wary eyes. 

     "We have got to stop running into each other like this," the now cute guy said with a devlish grin.

     Man, Sophie groaned to herself, he really does have the best looking lips, and they look even better when he smiles just like that.  Out loud she replied stating the obvious, "This is only our second time meeting."

     Gasping, Sophie inhaled deeply as her arm was suddenly clutched by the cute guys hand.  All of a sudden, she was pulled up, and tightly held against his chest.  Unknowing of what was happening, she attempted to pry herself out of his embrace, when out of no where, a person crashed to the ground of where she had been sitting seconds before.  "What in the-"

     "You better get your nasty hands off my boyfriend right this moment!"  Someone yelled, and this time, the person who had been trying to tackle Sophie knocked her down, and completely pinned her to the floor. 

*NOTE*****  This story might have a bit of romance, but that isn't the point of it.  I don't really want to focus on romance because 1) there are a lot of romance stories on this sight and 2)  I want to get across a point in this story by the end of it. =]  Oh, and I've decided to call the story Sophie's Suicide instead of Sophie's Sorrowful Suicide, because it's kind of a mouthfull dontchya think?