Losing Myself //C.L//

//C h a p t e r O n e//

Hello! Finally put my shit together to make a story. The mistakes are all mine, sorry. Calum still has the blond streaks in this story, so, shut the fuck up. Also, in the first chapters, Luke still has the small fringe, but not for so long (smirks).

This story may contain:

•Violence.
•Swearing.
•Sex.
•Drugs.
•Alcohol.
•Subjects of religions.

If you don't like it, don't read it. Enjoy. Please vote or comment, please, please, so I know that you want me to continue:)

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12:28

He saw him and he felt intrigued. He stopped writing what he was writing on his notebook; the guy walked besides him, he brought his eyes down to his notebook again, smelling when he passed besides him. It smelled good, like his cousin's colony, and it smelled when he walked through his neighbor's house, like cigarettes. He liked the smell.

He looked up again, and the guy had a light expression on his face, a hand was working on typing something and the other one was scratching his head lightly. He had tan skin, a natural tan skin, part of his hair was painted in blond and he saw that he had a few tattoos too, he had a ripped shirt, and it had a face smiling in the middle, he had black skinny jeans that were ripped too, in the knees, he was wearing black converse, and they were a little dirty and old; his mama would looked at him with a disapproved expression but, he found it interesting.

His mama would be upset if she saw him doing this, looking at someone in this way, watching someone in this way, like when you're interested in something. He had seen a few people in the way when he is just looking at someone's aspect, like, just watching people's factions and all, just for pure curiosity.

When he has thoughts, weird thoughts about people, he always blocked them. It's not right.

He wanted to get away from the cafeteria and get away from the feeling. He didn't get away until he gave a last look to the guy that intrigued him. His stomach flipped and his heart race.

The guy was no longer looking at his phone, and no longer scratching his head, the guy was looking at him, with the same light expression on his face, part of his hair was messed up, were he had being scratching, and his phone was down in one hand.

He looked down and gave fast steps to the exit, feeling the guy's gaze. He stepped out of the cafeteria and didn't dare to look back, maybe the guy was still looking at him. He made eye contact for a few seconds, and he saw how the guy's eyes were, he saw how his face was.

He shook his head, hugging his notebook to his chest. He didn't like the feeling on his stomach. It felt weird. He walked to the bathroom, he needed to give a look at his face. He get there and he walked straight to the sinks, letting his notebook in the sink, and looking up into the mirror.

He stared at his blue eyes, his mama told him they were big, like his papa's. Rest in peace. He passed a hand through his blond flat hair and tried to put it in his place. He always tries but he has no good results.

He looked down at his impeccable shoes, and he remembered the guy's shoes. They were dirty and old, but he still liked them. With a little jump, he stopped staring at his shoes and grabbed his notebook, running out of the bathroom, the bell rang and it's last class. He went to his locker and pulled his history book out, leaving his backpack there, were it has being always there.

The corridors were noisy, kids screaming, kids laughing, kids running and kids slamming their lockers. He was silent, walking to his class in a fast pace. He wanted to get to his classroom, sit down and start writing again. He get to his classroom and enter it, giving the teacher a small smile, then going to sit in the middle of the class.