Summary: Sam was the popular kid in school, always having a good reputation because of his kindness. Colby was a normal kid, just a band nerd. Except, everything changed once they both ran into each other.
Type: Fluff/Sappy
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Colby sighed, his chin resting against the base of his palm as he looked out the window. He couldn't focus, the teacher's voice never being a priority for Colby to listen to. Colby watched the beautiful orange leaves fall to the ground, the wind blowing against them as they fluttered away. Colby always loved fall, the warm and cozy feeling in his sweaters as he watched the leaves was perfect for him.
He couldn't help but be amazed by children his age, seeing how some 17-year-olds were able to maintain relationships, make money, drop out, be kind, or even become famous at such a young age. See, this is where Colby never fits in. He was always in the back of the class, hiding in the sleeves of his sweaters as there were fresh cuts on his pale skin. He was emo, to say the least. Not just because of his sorrow but because of his style, which some people bullied him for.
The bullying was never physical, seeming like how the teachers are super strict. Colby was grateful it wasn't physical which gave him a break from his own home. His parents weren't super bad, they just weren't good either. Sometimes, Colby could get a few slaps from his mother and he would get a small punch to the stomach by his father if something wasn't completed properly. But of course, Colby couldn't reach out, the fear of his parents figuring it out lingered in his mind. So, he stays quiet.
RING!
The bell rings, notifying the class that their session is over. Colby hums in relief, glad for not having to listen to the teacher's annoying voice longer. Carefully, Colby picks up his few notebooks and makes his way out of class, a few kids pushing and shoving him around on the way out. Colby looked down at his books, ignoring the dirty looks he got. He sighed, heading toward his locker and unlocking it slowly, not wanting to get to class just yet.
"Emo!" Someone shouted behind him. Colby didn't pay attention to it, knowing and recognizing the sinking feeling in his gut every time he heard an insult. To be fair, Colby was nervous to one day walk into school and be physically beaten up for the first time. Yeah, sure, Colby knows how to take a beating from past experiences but then again, you never know what to expect.
Colby clutched his books in his arms, locking his locker and walking off to his next class. Colby tried keeping eye contact with students minimal, not needing to be insulted for his eyeliner once again. Colby heard footsteps behind him, his brows furrowing as he looked up and-
BANG!
Colby fell back with a groan, his eyes closing as he clutched his head. And then he heard another groan. Colby slowly opened his eyes, gasping once he saw who it was.
Samuel Golbach, the most popular kid in The School.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! A-Are you okay?" Colby asked, sitting up on his knees as he kept his distance. The said male chuckled, nodding as he rubbed his temple. Sam looked into Colby's eyes, finding nothing but denial in his eyes.
"I'm good, I'm good. Are you okay?" Sam asked, his brows furrowed as he looked into Colby's eyes, searching for more than just pain. Colby's eyes widened, not expecting to be asked such a question. Colby chuckled nervously, his hand scratching at the back of his neck as he tried to avoid eye contact.
Why did his heart flutter?
"I'm fine..." He replied as Sam looked at him with concern. Sam sighed, standing up slowly as he reached a hand out for Colby to take. Colby looked at the hand in front of him in shock for a second, wondering why or how the most popular kid was interacting with him. Colby sighed, taking Sam's head as he was amazed by his strength. "Thanks..."
"Hey, no problem! If you don't mind, may I ask who you are?" Sam asked, his voice gentle and caring as he spoke. Sam's eyes trailed down to Colby's sleeves, seeing a small amount of red forming on his arm. His brows furrowed, and Colby noticed the look on Sam's face. Colby's brows now furrowed as well, not understanding the shorter male's concern.
"I'm Colby... are you okay? Is there something wrong?" Colby asked, clueless about Sam's concern. Sam knocked himself out of his trance, Sam looking back up at Colby with a cheesy smile.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine! Everything is fine. I'm Sam, Sam Golbach." Sam said, a small nervous grin on his face.
Sam would ask Colby about that later.
Colby chuckled lightly, already knowing who he was. "Anyways, Colby, I have to head to class. Wanna come with?" Sam asked gently, his voice soft and inviting with a tiny bit of flirtatious tone to it. Colby sighed, shaking his head gratefully with a small smile on his face.
"I'm alright, we have different classes, anyways," Colby said, a small smile on his face.
"Oh, yeah, whoops..." Sam chuckled nervously, not understanding why he felt his cheeks heat up. Why was he so nervous around the brunette? "Maybe we can hang out sometime? You seem really chill, unlike the rest." Sam gestured, a feeling of hope seeping through his gut as he desperately wanted to spend some time with this mysterious brunette. Colby's eyes widened, his mouth agape.
"Me? O-Out of all the people?" Colby couldn't believe that the most popular kid in school wanted to hang out with him. His heart was fluttering as he felt blood rush to his cheeks, feeling them heat up at the compliment.
"Yeah... Unless you don't want to-"
"No, no, no, I do, trust me," Colby reassured. Sam smiled gently, nodding.
"Okay then, I'll text you later!" Sam called out, leaving Colby alone with his thoughts and flushed cheeks. Colby gulped, not understanding the feeling that he was given. Why was his gut so tingly? Why did he feel like he was amazing? What's wrong with him?
Colby didn't understand why he felt so... comfortable around him.
What did Sam mean to him?
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A/N: Should I make a part 2?
