Love has a way of making it into your life when you least expect it. That's how it was for Michael Chavaugne. Michael had never dreamed of ever being in love with anyone, and it never seemed to bother him. He never even crushed on anyone all through high school. Until he met Sydney Jones. It was almost as if this girl was meant for him as fate seemed to bring them closer together regardless of the obstacles that tried to tear them apart. This is the story of their inevitable love and their never-ending sacrifice. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael sunk deeper into his desk as class was coming to an end. Even though there were only a few more minutes left of class, it felt like the time was dragging. Simon, who was sitting next to him, nudged his shoulder. Michael tried to ignore him, but he was being annoyingly persistent. "What?!" Michael growled through his teeth, annoyed. "Are you going to that dance this weekend?" Simon asked, a little more excitedly than what was necessary. "What makes you think I would go to some stupid school event where people prance around like idiots and make fools of themselves? Of course I'm not going." He said. "Come on, man! There's gonna be tons of hot girls there!" Simon said, still a little too enthusiastic. "All the more reason not to go. Like I want a bunch of girls clinging to me and crying for attention." Michael said as he sighed. Finally the bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Michael hurriedly stuffed his binder in his backpack and rushed out the door. Unfortunately, Simon was right behind him, practically bouncing as he walked. "Dude, I'm gonna get laid and all the girls are going to want me!" He said, grinning smugly, though he sounded even more like a child than ever. Michael snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, good luck with that." Simon's brow wrinkled at that remark. "What are you trying to say?" "Nothing. Just... what's the point?" He asked, not even really looking for an answer. "The point is I'll be the most popular guy in school by next week! How awesome is that?!" "Well, you sure will be the talk of the whole school, but that's not the same thing." Michael said, shocked that he was willingly continuing this conversation. But before he was able to take his leave, he was surrounded by his other friends who were now dying to know why The Great Michael Chavaugne wasn't going to this raving school dance that every hot girl in school was going to. "We're making you go to this dance. You could meet a really nice girl that you could hook up with. Who knows? Maybe she'll go out with you?" One of the guys said. Michael groaned. "Since when did you guys become matchmakers?" He said. "You all sound like a bunch of girls trying to get their friend to go meet guys. I'm not going." But it was no use. Those guys were going to drag him to that dance if it was the last thing they did. Michael just sighed. There was obviously nothing he could do about it, so he gave up arguing.