A/N I'm so sorry I haven't been updating a whole lot. A lot of things have been happening.
But I would really like to thank Theworldisyellow for all the votes and comments ^-^ Thank you so much for that you really are the best killjoy potato,this update goes out to you.
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I keep seeing this guy. But he's not like anyone else,his pale skin and quiet voice would tell anyone that. It was strange seeing him this time since it was outside of the art room,it was closer to the dorms.
"Hey!" I called over to this mysterious boy. He turned around slightly, only to see me speeding to catch up.
When I did he smiled down at me,a pale shade of red tinted his cheeks. "Hi." His quiet voice was like music to my ears.
"Hey." I said again,I groaned thinking I should've said something else. He chuckled,"What's your name?"
He stopped walking and smiling,and he just looked at me. I smiled hopefully,"Mr Iero." He said instead of his own name.
"How do you know my la-"
"Mr Iero." He said looking a little more impatient,"Mr Iero wake up."
Just when he told me to wake up I felt someone shaking me.
I opened my eyes to see Mikey frantically shaking me,I groaned. "Mr Iero." I heard for the third time,the man saying it sounded pretty angry.
I lifted my head from the table,"Yes Mr Sandman?" I answered his sad attempts of trying to wake me.
"It's Sanderman,and mr Iero this is the third time this week." He started to lecture me,and I tilted my head back pretended to fall asleep again. Loud ass snoring included. "Get out of my classroom right now."
I sat up straight,and Mikey shot me a look. "Alright." I stood up and packed my things away. Before I left,I turned back to Sandman,"Same time tomorrow?"
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Being left to wander around the whole campus,I found myself to be pretty bored with myself. I mean every once in a while a kid would pass by and I'd freak them out by asking for a pass.
After about thirty minutes,I decided to head to my next class. Which was right by the art room,I smiled to myself as I remembered the dream I'd had. I decided quickly that I really wanted to see him again.
Maybe I'll say more than just 'hey'.
Two minutes after that thought,the bell rang. I didn't know whether to pretend I was heading somewhere or stand there like an idiot.
Apparently I chose to stand there like an idiot,until a girl crashed into me. Her stuff perfectly intact,my stuff not so much. I crouched down to pick my stuff up,"Watch where you're going,weirdo."
"For real? You ran into me!" I whined,before hearing someone stifle a laugh. I looked to find that pale art cutie,"Can I get some help?"
Of course I was being sarcastic, but he actually crouched down with me. "I was just kidding." I told him a little surprised.
"I know." He responded picking up my loose papers,as the people did almost nothing to avoid stepping on them. "This is better than Spanish."
I chuckled,as I snatched up an essay from someones filthy shoes. "Show some respect people!" I shouted as the sea of students disapated,"So how does one come to dislike a romance language?"
He was fiddling with a few sheets of paper," I like the language, I don't like the class." He stated,he seemed distracted. I nodded. "That man doesn't teach."
He looked at me closely,"Oh I get that." I licked my lips,and he blushed just a little.
"I should get going.." He stated standing,I stood too. He brushed a loose strand of his black hair behind his ear,and gave me some of my papers.
"Thanks." I said grabbing my papers,from his cold hand. "Hey, you wouldn't want to um.. Come with me,would you?"
"Go with you?"
"Yeah,I was gonna skip class anyways." I said and he just stared at me,as if he was trying to read me. He shook his head.
"I probably shouldn't." He ran a hand through his hair and looked down. I nodded,feeling a little hurt.
"Right,right I understand." I looked down at the papers in my hand. "I'll uh see you around then." I started walking away,pushing my papers deep into my bag.
"Idiot."
