True Identity { A H2OVanoss Story }

Chapter One

Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction and any resemblances to people in real life are pure coincidence. I do not own the characters, except the original characters. The cover image is not mine.

The cold winds of Canada hit Jonathan's scarred face as he stood, waiting for the bus to take me to my new school. The wind pushes his shaggy brown hair down in front of his bright blue eyes. He pushes his hair out of his face, revealing the three huge scars. The first one runs down the left side of Jon's face, from the temple to the chin. The next runs from the top of his right eye, over his nose and ending in the middle of his left cheek. The last is a small scar a couple of centimetres above his right eyebrow, disappearing into his hairline.

Jonathan's father gave him those scars three days after his tenth birthday. Most of the time he wasn't home. He was out sleeping around, but when he was home he was either drinking or hitting Jonathan's mother or himself. Or, unfortunately, sometimes both. Jon's dad went missing late last year, as a result, him and his mother moved up to Canada for a fresh start.

Jon's best friend, Evan, doesn't know he's residing in Canada, and Jon prefers to keep it that way. He doesn't want Evan to see his hideous face. Jon used to be called scarface and goblin at his old school. He knows what Evan looks like, based from long nights of gaming together, and next to him, Jon sees himself as a pile of shit. Evan's chocolate brown eyes can attract the attention of anyone, his jet black hair gleams in the sun, and it's all tied together with huge muscles and a beautiful smile. Not to mention his down-to-earth personality and his ability to make anyone laugh. As you now know, Jonathan is gay, and he may have a slight crush on his best friend. Actually, make that a huge crush.

The rickety, old bus finally arrived, spluttering out fumes from the back. Jon's reflection shows on the headlight, a tall, scrawny 17 year old in a blue hoodie and black skinny jeans. Even on the bus Jon can tell this is a school divided by cliques. He notices all the different types of people, jocks, cheerleaders, emos, nerds, preps, and lesser groups.

Jon spots a spare seat, next to a boy with a red jacket and black jeans. His black hair is all spiked up. He's talking to someone in front of him, another boy their age with striking green eyes and fair skin.

"Excuse me?" Jon asks.

The boy turns to face Jon, spitting out, "What do you want?" Jon stood there, mouth hanging open in shock, how rude! It didn't hit him straight away, but then Jon recognises the accent and straight jawline from late nights playing games with 'The Banana Bus Crew'. They are even thinking of starting their own youtube channel soon. It's Evan. And he is looking hella fine.

"Um, is this seat taken?" Jon stutters out after an embarrassingly long amount of time.

"Whatever. Sit there if you want to." He replies, rolling his eyes. Jon quickly sits down just before the bus took off, saving him from flying down the bus. Evan continues talking in hushed whispers to the boys in front of him. What's go his knickers in a knot? He's not the type to just go around being rude to 'strangers'.

Over the rest of the ride, Jon steals glances at the boy seated next to him. Sure enough, he notices. His cheeks go red.

"What are you looking at?" He asks in a rude manner. He averts his eyes to the aisle floor. It doesn't quell Evan's anger though.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He shouts. Jon looks him in the face, Evan looks back at Jon with disgust, how dare a weakling of a man sit next to him and ogle him shamelessly?

"S-sorry," Jon stutters hopelessly. Stop stuttering. Why was he treating him like this? Is it because of his scars? His face? His body? His lack of self esteem?

The bus jerks forward, sending Jon flying into the padded seat in front of him, as they pull up at the school, grinding to a halt. Evan pushes Jonathan out of his seat, he wasn't prepared for the shove and fell over into the aisle of the bus. Jon quickly regained his stance, dusts himself off and rushes out of the bus.

"I'll think I'll be seeing more of you around, I didn't catch your name," Evan doesn't phrase it like a question, but Jon knows exactly that it is.

"My name's Jonathan, and I don't want to be called anything less," he finishes, holding his head high as he says it. He's    H20Delirious, but Evan doesn't need to know that. He doesn't need to know he's friends with a scarred freak.

"Sure thing, see you later," he finishes, but the green eyed boy from the bus calls out "Scarface!" to add to the end of the statement. Fuck.

Maybe he might properly stand up to them, him, the next time he sees them. Out of the entirety of Canada, Jon happened to be going to his school. Perfect.