You and I are like from different parts of the universe. You were those kind of hard working people, you were diligent, but yet an outcast. On the other hand, I was laid back and popular. I never really noticed you and somehow you never noticed me—or maybe you just don’t really care about your surroundings.

            Our first impression wasn’t pretty. We were fighting over something so small in public, like little kids. I wonder if ever forgave me for yelling at you?

            You must’ve thought that I was a total spoiled rich kid. You were the first girl ever to yelled back at me. You were something, you know that?

NOTE:

I actually posted this same type of story back in 2011 in my personal blog (which has now been deleted).

The plot is pretty much the same, but the characters, setting, title and the language was different. 

So, if you've read a fanfic somewhat pretty identical to this one, that's probably my old one ._.