Nobodies [ a. irwin ]

four

The next day at school everything happened as usual- I walked from one classroom to another unnoticed and no one did so much as look at me.

I watched from afar as the school's bad boy, Michael Clifford, who loved to dye his hair and was currently with red hair, leaned against his locker and flirted with girls shamelessly. I rolled my eyes at the sight.

Then, I watched, also from afar of course, as the school's most popular soccer player, Calum Hood, talked to one of his closest friends, Luke Hemmings, who had won many academic awards and was actually a huge nerd, even though he didn't let anyone actually treat him like one. Once in our junior year, he beat a guy up because he had told Luke he was a nerd.

As I said, the usual.

At least until my English period came around.

When I got to my English classroom, I sat in my usual seat in one of the first rows and waited patiently as students filled the room.

Our teacher, Mr. Hendisburg, took a piece of chalk and wrote on the blackboard the word- PROJECT- with big letters.

''This project is very important and I hope you take it seriously. Well, first of all you'll be working in pairs.'' Mr. Hendisburg started and as soon as those words left his mouth, all of the students started turning to each other and mouthing the words 'wanna do it with me?.' I found that extremely annoying.

I groaned. I absolutely hated group projects. I much preferred doing everything on my own so that I didn't have to explain myself to anyone or didn't have anyone dragging me back.

''The project will be about a classic. It can be a classic song, a classic book, a classic movie, a classic artist, whatever. Surprise me. You and your pair shall pick one of those and explain in a written essay why it is considered a classic, why you chose that one in particular and your general view about the subject. You have two months.'' The teacher finished, sitting down on his chair.

After a couple minutes everybody already had a pair. Except me.

When I was just about to stand up and go tell Mr. Hendisburg that I'd have to do it on my own, someone stopped in front of my desk, looking directly down at me.

My head immediately snapped up and the person was the mysterious-library guy. He was scratching the back of his neck and his eyebrows were knitted together. After a second he blurted out: ''Want to be my partner?''

//

''what are we doing it about?'' he asked.

We had gone over to the library to discuss our project and since we couldn't speak inside, we decided we should just sit on the stair on the front of the building.

''books?'' I suggested.

He frowned and I raised my eyebrows questionably. ''what's wrong with books?''

''I don't like reading much, I guess.'' He shrugged.

I gasped. ''what? why?''

''I've never liked to read. All the books I ever started got boring and I stopped halfway trough it.''

I shook my head in disbelief, looking at him with wide eyes. ''books are amazing though! They take you to another world, let you enjoy someone else's life that is way more interesting than yours will ever be. They work as an escape from everything and at the same time they still make you feel loved, brave, selfless, and even hurt at times. They are.. Absolutely perfect.'' I rambled.

He chuckled lightly, causing two dimples to pop up. ''You really like books, don't you?''

I nodded with a soft grin. ''Yeah, I really really do.''

After a minute of silence, he spoke up again. ''What about movies?''

This time it was my time to frown. He gasped. ''you don't like movies?''

I shook my head. ''not really. I mean, I don't know. I spend practically all of my free-time reading so I don't really listen to many songs or watch many movies.''

He was staring at me as if he thought I was crazy. And he probably did. ''I like some old movies and some old songs, though, if that counts for something.'' I added, hoping that would make me look any better. If that was even possible.

He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, just like I had done to him a few minutes ago.

''do you live under a rock? Nevermind, I got an idea.'' He said with a determined look on his face, already standing up and pushing me up with him.

''what is it? where are we going?'' I asked confusedly.

''you ask way too many questions, Bourne.''

''it's not my fault, Irwin. You could be a murder for all I know.'' I joked, letting out a chuckle.

He looked back at me, his eyebrows raised but a smirk on his face. ''I see you finally learned my name, huh?''

''That's right, Ashton Fletcher Irwin.'' I teased him with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes and kept walking. I had to walk pretty fast to keep up with his long legs. Damn my small legs. ''How did you find out?'' He asked curiously.

I gave him a smug smile. ''I've got my ways.''

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fillers suck ass I know I know

Update? Already? Whaaaat

oh and by the way, all the four boys have the same age in this story ok bye