Stalker. |Lashton|

Chapter 1

“We're soarin' , flyin', there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach”, I sing quietly along to this stupid song that's been in my head since I watched some musical that was on TV the night before.

The hallways of my school are dead silent at this time of morning, I guess no one bothers to come to school this early anymore, I don't see why! I freaking love school, for five days a week every week I get the privilege of coming here and seeing a 6 ft tall, blond, blue-eyed, gorgeous sex god. Yes, I'm talking about Luke Hemmings. Possibly the sexiest most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life.

Some may say I have a slight obsession with him, but no one knows about my crush on him except for me, and that's exactly how it's going to stay.

When I get to my locker I face forward and slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the ground and pull my knees up to my chest, plugging in my headphones and hitting play on my phone. The first song to start playing was obviously a One Direction song, call me girly or gay I don't give a shit, One Direction are my absolute favourite band and no matter what you say I will always, and I mean always start fanboying when they come on the radio.

Nodding my head to the music blasting through my headphones, almost unbearably loud, I glance around the hallways surrounding me, everything here is so boring. The colours are boring, classes are boring, people are boring. Sighing, I lean my head back against my locker and shut my eyes absorbing completely into the music.

“Ahem”, someone coughs loudly in front of me, trying to get my attention. I open one eye to see who it is only to see that it's none other than, Calum Hood, second most popular guy in this school. I open both eyes and examine him from head to toe; he's wearing a Kurt Cobain shirt, holes and rips scattered carelessly across the material and skin tight black jeans clinging to his legs. Does he not realise that he looks like a homeless man with all these ripped articles of clothing? Yet he seems to think it's the style these days, along with majority of the other boys at my school. Except the nerds of course because well... that's self explanatory. Oh, and me.

You see, my school is just like all those cliché schools in the movies. Everyone has a place to be, and once you are in that place there is no way to move up the social ladder but of course you still have the opportunity to move down. Right at the very top is The Rich Bitches, these are the girls who have everything yet will always want more, trailing after them are the sex-driven dickheads who will be happy as long as they have a girl at their fingertips to bang whenever they feel the need. It's basically all downhill from here, next you have the almost-there-wannabe-populars, the sluts, the athletes, the “normal people”, the secret nerds, the nerds, the gays, the gay nerds, the asian nerds, the ones that can't get enough of food even if they've just eaten, the really mortifyingly unfortunate-looking people, the teachers, the cleaners and the canteen workers.

But, of course, like any system, there is a glitch. That glitch being me.

When I said everyone had a place I meant it, just not me. I guess that's because I'm not really included in amongst the population of our school. It's not like I'm that kid that feels like he has no belonging and no friends and is bullied every day until the extent of no return. Please, spare me the drama.

The simple fact is I exist for the purpose of nonexistence. I am not spoken to, I am not noticed, I am not here. And I am completely fine with being invisible.

I guess I took too long to respond to Calum because next thing I know I'm wedged between calum's legs and the locker door. Without even noticing that im literally sitting between him and the locker, he gets out his stuff and slams the door shut, turning and walking away. See what I mean about being invisible?