ANDYS POV
When I walked into class I came face to face with a man in a descustingly checkerd suit. He stood, shorter than me with a cheek splitting grin on his face, as if he had just won some epic prize that only he knew about, before introducing him self as Mr.Good, but told me all the students here called him Matt.
He had me do a quick introduction to the rest of the class before telling me to take a seat at the back next to a Mr. Christian 'CC' Mora.
Said guy reluctantly put his hand up and taking a deep breath I dragged myself over to him.
Once I had taken my seat I took a moment to appreciate the beautiful man before me.
His skin was tanned in a natural sort of way that spoke of long days out in the sun, and even though he couldn't have been much more than a year or two older than me, he already had the beginnings of wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, an obvious result of spending most his time smiling.
Reclined in his chair (teetering dangerously on the edge might I add) with his black leather boots kicked up onto the table, he looked like a male god but the slight slump in his shoulders and barley there tear stains marking his otherwise flawless face prevented it from coming off as arrogance or conceitedness.
Long dark hair fell down his back, kept out of his vision by a lightly patterned bandana, only adding to his 'devil may care' look. Long eyelashes fanned out as he blinked, and though I couldn't quite see his eyes, I could tell they would be perfectly framed by the thick strands.
Pulling my eyes away I attempted to focus on the PowerPoint being shown on ionic bonding (I think), but that's not so easy when you have a man who could put Adonis out of work sitting within breathing distance of you.
My efforts were wasted though as a flash of movement caught my eye, a piece of tattered paper unceremoniously landing onto my desk.
Un-scrunching the hastily crumpled ball, I was greeted with a plethora of insults assaulting my eyes. I was used to this at my old school, but I figured I could start a new here.
"Faggot"
"Bitch"
"Weak"
"Pathetic"
The words burned into my eyes and, despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but believe them. I am a sinners sin, a forgotten one, to weak to help too repulsive to be ignored.
I hung my head in shame at being presented with the truth, allowing my long hair to cover the golden tear that fell into my cupped hands.
Freak.
Another flash of white pulled me out of my thoughts, this time though, the paper seemed thick, almost parchment like. It seemed almost blasphemous that someone would write such insults on here, but that's not the thing that convinced me or open it.
Instead of being thrown from a random direction, it was carefully placed by a familiar tanned hand.
As I opened it, the three small words that greeted me wanted to make me break down crying.
'Are you ok?'
I looked across to the boy next to me to be met with his intense stare, probing at my soul. Weakly I nodded at him, unwilling for someone like him to either be pulled down with me or turn on me as well.
Gingerly, he wrote out another note, plopping it on my desk.
'It's ok to be sad you know, but there no reason to be sad alone. I'm CC by the way :)'
For the rest of that and the next class we exchanged little written messages, and I slowly became addicted to the sound of his laugh.
When the bell went for break, he invited me to come over and meet his friends. I was going to say no, but looking into his warm hazel eyes, hopeful and sparkling with glee, there was no way I could refuse.
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Weathering The Storm
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