When I got to school the next day I felt a lot better, but it seemed everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, knew what had happened yesterday. Multiple times I had girls come to me at my locker asking if I was okay and a “strong man” like me passed out. I just kept sighing, looked at them and told them to leave me alone.
I walk to class and sit down, again, people come up to me and ask what happened, and honestly I can’t tell them how because I myself don’t know. My thoughts go cold until the teacher announces,
“Okay class! So, we are going to have a new student. Be nice to him okay?”she said cheerfully.
“Him?” I think, but once he walks in, I'm at a loss for words. He had dark fluffy brown hair and a piece braided perfectly. His clothing consisting of; a black t-shirt, with a rusty, brown plaid shirt around his waist, ripped jeans down to his ankles before being cuffed, black and white converse, with a button nose like Angels, his eyes a hazel yellow and his skin...his skin was light brown with white patches all over, “Vitiligo,” I thought, and his was beautiful. You could tell I was looking for a while. I didn’t realize I was blushing until my friend reached over and tugged my shirt and said “You're blushing like crazy, Damian.” I swatted her away and looked back at him just at the moment to hear him introduce himself. “Hi, my name is Alastor, I hope we can get along.” My heart died when I heard his name, his voice was sweet and slightly deep, just perfect. He must have seen me because he looked directly at me, smiled, and winked. I almost slammed my head on my desk. I almost died of panic.
It was my third to last period, band. I grabbed my acoustic guitar from the closet. I sat down and waited for the teacher. Everyone else was talking to each other, but I was tuning my guitar. “Hi.” I heard next to me, I thought nothing of who it was, until I looked over, to be met with the familiar light brown, white patches, vitiligo face. Alastor. I’m 100% confident my face was redder than a cherry, the feeling of my ears burning red, obvious.
“The kid who was staring at me earlier, correct?” Alastor said with a smirk. I didn’t know what to do until I found the words,
“Um y-yeah s-sorry about that” I said, stuttering and shyly smirking. “And my name is Damian.”
“Oh, so you're the kid people keep telling me passed out.” he said emphasizing the “O”.
“You heard about that, yeah um I guess that's not the greatest first impression,” I say as he pulls one of the chairs out and sits next to me, turning to face me.
“What about staring at the new kid for twenty minutes?” He said, smirking with an eyebrow raised.
“Yeah fair, WAIT TWENTY MINUTES!” I screeched, turning more towards him. “I WASN’T STARING THAT LONG, WAS I?!”
“No” he managed to get out while laughing. “It was like three.” Still laughing.
Well three wasn’t any better.
At this point some people were staring at us.
Just then the teacher walked in and started.
After class everyone left aside from me, I always stay after class to practice more of my guitar since Ezra doesn’t like the sound and my mom won’t let me play it anywhere else cause she has paperwork to do.
“Are you doing your usual Damian?” Mrs. JJ our band teacher said, looking back at me, hand holding the door, bag hanging off one shoulder being supported by her other hand.
“Oh, um yeah.” I respond nervously looking up from tuning my guitar.
“How about….” She paused. “Hey there Delilah.” she said suddenly.
“Okay, Thank Mrs. J.” I slightly yell to her as she's walking out. She always recommends songs to me and she doesn’t mind me being here after school, no teacher does because they know it’s easier for students to practice here than at home.
After I'm done doing a little more tuning, I start.
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“ Hey there, Elijah
What's it like in New York city?....
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I honestly liked that it sounded really good as an acoustic and the lyrics I used because I wanted my own twist on it.
“That….was amazing.”
The minute I hear the person's voice I know who it is. It’s Alastor, staring at me, just staring. I feel my ears burning from embarrassment. And for some reason I drop my guitar and take my stuff as fast as I can and bolt past Alastor, brushing his shoulder, and down the hall to my locker. When I stopped I felt something streaming down my face, it was; burning tears. Ever since I was little I would cry when I was really embarrassed, but this was different, I was crying because I felt like a loser and that it was weird that I stayed after school to play and practice my guitar, no, because for the first time someone saw me play
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"Silence" Book 1
RomanceWhat do you do when the person that loved you more than the world itself, dies? Thats the question Damian is asking himself. After the death of his mom Damian isn't sure what to do with himself anymore. Crying seems like the only solution at the mo...
