scrapped jadam oneshots :')

polar opposites

this was a long one i really wanted to finish but ended up losing motivation and getting stuck.

its sorta cringe, has some slurs so warning for that but other than that idk its not too bad?...

i think youll like it tho. 7000 glorious words of content

'You're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you.'

"Somebody's going through their emo phase," a hushed voice says from behind me.

'Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you son, so they can watch all the things you do.'

"Who would even wanna wear that much black anyway?" Another voice makes its way past the music blaring through my earphones as I walk through the hall.

'Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk, cause they've got methods of keeping you clean.'

"I heard he started dressing like that when Clara dumped him." "What a loser. He thinks that'll win her back?"

'They're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to threads, another cog in the murder machine.'

"I'm not surprised he has no friends. He looks so mean and unapproachable."

'They said: "Teenagers scare-"'

A pair of shoes squeak across the floor, getting louder and louder until someone runs into me, forcing me to the ground. A few gasps echo through the hallway.

"What the fuck?" I sit up and rub the back of my head. Who would've guessed, hitting your head on a tiled floor hurts.

"O-oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!!" My eyes glance up to the person in front of me. I'm met with the brightest flurry of colours.

He looks at me with an anxious expression. "I-I was in a rush. I didn't mean to, I swear!"

My eyes sweep over him. He's sitting on the floor in front of me, legs sprawled out amongst fly papers and pens. A light purple beanie covers most of his head though his shaggy bangs peak out the front. One side is what appears to be his natural hair colour, a dark brown. The other is dyed a pastel pink.

He has light pink makeup across his face, though I'm not sure that's all that's making his face pink.

My eyes trail down to his outfit. He has a light blue and pink striped shirt with a white collar poking out at the top. A knit rainbow cardigan hangs off his shoulders, also, you guessed it, pastel.

He has denim shorts that end halfway down his thighs and socks that reach his knees.

Large plastic chains hang around his neck, with heart charms hanging off the end.

I look down at my own outfit.

Black ripped jeans, a few loose belts, a band t-shirt and dark eyeshadow. My hair sweeps over one of my eyes hiding half of my face.

"Just watch where you're going next time," I mumble.

I stand up and put my earbuds back in. I take a few steps back, watching him frantically attempt to gather his belongings.

Watching him pick up his belongings by himself makes me feel a little bad for him. I sigh to myself. Taking my earbuds back out of my ears, I bend down to help him gather his stuff. Murmuring immediately ripples amongst the students in the hall.

"Oh, thank you!!" The boy grins widely. I don't respond, just focussing on handing him his papers and pens. Once he's got everything in his bag, we both stand up.