Trouble boyxboy

New People

Averys POV-
I hate coming to this place day in and day out. Everyone here seems to drone on by themselves, unless your with "them". By them I mean the cheerleaders,football player, and athletes. Welcome to Xavier High, full of hormonal teenagers and soon to be drop outs.

As I'm walking up the steps I take my place on the third step from the stop to do my daily drawl. See I learned as a freshman that this spot is one of the best places to see anything and everything without being seen. As I'm doodling one of the many pine trees near the edge of school. People start gossiping and speaking louder than usual. When I decided to listen in I hear "OMG, did you see how hot they are!" And some say "They look like a gang why are there so many?" When I take the chance to spare a glance upwards I notice a group of at least 15-20 hot guys are headed straight for the steps. I make eye contact with the sexy God in front of them.

His eyes were the color of emeralds and his hair the color of fresh sand. And omg that body seemed to be sculpted by the gods. He seem to notice my eyes raking over his body. Causing him to chuckle and say "Hey there squirt you lost or something?" I'm quick to make a smart comment back when the bell rings signaling the begging of first block. He just laughs and walks into the building with him and his friends.

I glare at his back and make my way to pre cal. As everyone is waiting for the teacher to walk in they sit on desks or near friends. I just go to my seat in the front of the class by the teachers desk. When Ms. O'riley walks in saying "Take your seats please class is beginning." I pull out my spiraled notebook for the notes she begins writing notes. Just as she's halfway through the lesson Mr. Pearl the schools principle walks in."Good evening Ms. O'riley, I have a new student for you today, his name is Connor."

Ms. O'riley looks to the door and nods to Mr. Pearl who leaves quickly after. " Alrigh Connor please take an empty seat wherever you like." See the class was pretty small since it is senior only class. So where does Mr. Sexy sit.... right next to me. As he sets his book bag down MS. O'Riley continued with the lesson.

"Hey, didn't I see you this morning, you know by the steps? " I turn to look at Connor and notice the slightest smirk playing at his lips. "Yes that would be me." I said and turned back to taking my notes. As I was writing my note I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head.

As soon as the bell rang ending first period I grabbed my things and bolted out of the class. I b-lined it to my locker which thankfully was next to my second hour. I opened my locker and grabbed my government history.
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Thank god I've finally made it to my last and favorite class, art. God I'm excited we get to paint a large scale piece of whatever we want. I was going with a wolf. They just are so mysterious and mystical.as I was setting up my canvas and gathering my paints I heard the door open and a deep voice say "Sorry I'm late, it's my name is Connor."

I couldn't believe my ears I had a avoided him all day but he ends up reappearing in my last and favorite class. Rolling my eyes I start on my wolf when Mrs. Rollins said "Ahh well we don't have anymore open seats, why don't you take a seat next to mister Clark." I glared up at Mrs. Rollins and gave her a why look. She's my favorite teacher and she paired me up with....... him.

He looked to the back where she had pointed and a huge smile grew across his face. I looked back at my canvas and continued painting my black wolf. "Sooo we meet again short stack. Woah cool painting, you into wolves?" He spit everything out so fast that it took me a minute to reply "Uhh, yeah wolves are cool I guess. I'm not short stack though, names Avery." As I was painting I heard him chuckle while he took out his sketchpad and became drawling but I couldn't see what.

"Alright class with ten minutes left please clean up and put your paintings on the sorting shelf, one in each." Everyone followed as Mrs. Rollins said and placed their paintings away. I was last because I usually like to clean my supplies first. When I picked up my painting to put it away the only spot left was one on the third shelf. I groaned in anguish and reached but my short 5'5 couldn't reach it. Suddenly a hand appeared behind me and placed it up there for me. I turned around and saw Conner looking at me smiling "There you go, I'll try to get here fast tomorrow so that I can get it for you." I smiled and replied with a quite 'thank you'.

After the bell rang I grabbed my bag and walked out the school and down the street. I slowed down after a while dreading getting home. While I was nearing the house the wind started to pick up and the sky was darkening quickly. I sadly picked up my pace not wanting to get caught up in the rain. When I stepped up the porch I heard screaming and items falling to the floor. Slowly opening the door I look inside and hear the voice in the kitchen. When I close and lock the door it makes a satisfying click.

Silence filled the house when I heard dad scream "FAGGOT! Get in here a pick this shit up!" I silently walk in and start cleaning up the shattered plate and pans all over. Dad grunts in frustration and walks out with mom quickly following behind him. I still don't know why she stays with the bastard. After I clean everything up and take the trash out I quickly go upstairs to my room and quickly finish my homework.

As I pull out my favorite sketch book I see a paper folded in between the pages. I pull it out realizing it's a picture of me and my painting? It took me a minute to realize Connor drew it, a smile quickly grew across my face and I grabbed a tack from my desk and pinned it to my wall. I smiled at it again then I settled in for the night waiting to take a shower tomorrow when it's 'safe'.
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