Till Death Do Us Part

Once upon a time, I met an Irish Boy

Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd do anything for them? But no matter how much you do your never good enough for them, they'll just cut you down time after time and then come running back to say their sorry...and the stupid part is, you will just take them back in a heartbeat. I'd always been like that; letting my boyfriend run back to me, and tell me he's sorry...I was a fool in love. Oh, my name is Ander Blackwood, I am...Sorry...I was 17 years old and just finishing off my year 11classes in high-school before all this shit went down.

It was early on a Tuesday morning I think; the sun was still low in the sky when I woke up. I stood and headed downstairs to eat, hearing my mother hum her soft and sweet tunes. "Morning mum..." I murmured softly, reaching a hand up to rub my eyes. "Morning sweetheart" She murmured back, smiling that sweet smile I wish I could see again. A moment later she'd served up a plate heaping with food, bacon, eggs, toast. I remembered the sweet, delicious smell of the food...Fuck; it makes me hungry just thinking about mums cooking. Anyway, I finished eating, headed upstairs again and dressed for school. I remember throwing an old pair of jeans aside to find my school uniform that was hiding away under all my good clothes. I huffed before slipping on my school trousers and button up white shirt, tossing on the dark blue blazer that went with it before picking up my bag. I never really liked school, but for some reason I couldn't wait to get there today, I guess I was looking forward to the classes. I mean, I'd always enjoyed Psychology and Biology but I didn't understand why I was so excited to get there that day. I was so lost in my own little pondering thoughts that I didn't even hear my mum call out to me; the bus would be there in a moment. It took me a few moments to snap out of my little thought chamber thing, but as soon as I heard mum call me for probably the 15th time I hurried back downstairs. I pecked a kiss on mothers peach coloured cheek before hurrying out of the house, just in time to catch the 8:16am bus.

It was only a ten minute bus ride to school; I remember the exact route to be honest. You drive all the way down Oakwood drive; take a left into Harley Avenue, another left in Minttree Street and straight down to Grey Cross Academy. I'd never seen a school like mine, tall grey buildings surrounded by an old iron gate which had started to rust into an icky brown. The buildings where in a kind of U shape, surrounding a cobblestone courtyard, which was dotted with a few trees and plants. I stepped off of the bus and instantly was hit with the fragrant smell of the apple trees, that was one of the only plants in the courtyard, but at least it had a pleasant smell. Everything was quiet for a few more moments before the bell rung, yeah our bell rung early but I guess it was alright, since we had time to get ready for class. I slung my bag back over my shoulder and started heading to class. Psychology was in building B, about a 5 minute walk from the front gate of the school. I groaned quietly as I looked around in annoyance, the people that I didn't like in my class where hanging around for some weird reason, just laughing and talking among each other as they headed toward class. But there was one person I couldn't help staring at, a boy with hair the colour of sand and eyes the colour of coffee and they even held the same warmth, I felt chills run down my spine as I let my own eyes trace his facial features, his perfect jawline and soft peach coloured lips. Okay maybe I should admit that I', a homosexual...or well, I'm Gay, I find the male of our species well, more attractive than the female. But what would a complete hunk like that see in a nerd like me? For one my hair is the colour of a rabbits fur as my mother says it, a really pale brown with flecks of darker brown, I knew trying to dye it was a stupid idea. And my eyes, ew, my eyes where grey, just plain old grey and the fact that I wore these stupid glasses didn't help. That's when I realised those coffee coloured eyes had locked onto mine, like a brown drill into my mind. I felt my cheeks burn pink and hurried off as quickly as I could, heading past the boy and his friends. I'd never seen that boy in this school before, how weird.

When class started I'd already sat myself in my usual seat near the front of the room and had started bringing my books out when someone plonked down on my desk. The first thing I noticed was that it was female, due to the fact they were wearing a skirt. I huffed and rolled my eyes as I looked up "Core" I said simply, giving a soft laugh. Core or Corey Wilson was my closest friend ever, she was a short girl, about 5"6 and had short scruffy blonde hair which she had drawn back in a piggy tail, and her fringe was a messy side sweep. She had stormy blue eyes and a kind of childish face, with freckled cheeks and a playful smile. She had this small scar on her chin that curved up to her bottom lip. It was strange how good it looked on her. Core gave a bright smile and petted my head with those prissy little nails that she had painted a faint blue. "Hey there Andy pandy" She giggled sweetly, crossing her legs in that little posh way. "Can you not call me that please?" I asked, leaning back in my chair as I laid my books on the desk. "Your such a dork Ander, you know I will call you that always" She smiled softly and stood up, brushing her skirt down. She wore the typical light blue skirt and the females white pull over. She was like a little girl; she looked too small and frail to be in such a big girl's uniform. I chuckled softly and ran a hand through my hair "Would you sit your fat ass down? Mr James will be here soon" As though on queue the grey haired, pot-bellied man wandered through the door, yawning and scratching his chin as though he was thinking. Mr James wasn't exactly gorgeous, he was actually the exact opposite, the top of his head was stark bald, the sides and back of his head covered in thick, wiry grey hair. He had a short, fuzzy beard and a potbelly, the bottom of it hanging out of his shirt. I gave another soft yawn as Mr James started mumbling loudly about the attendance of students getting lower and lower. "This is outrageous! At the start of the year I had twenty four students, now I don't even count twenty of y-"
"Sorry im late!!" Someone called out as they dashed through the door, instantly I felt my breath catch in my throat, that blonde boy stood, watching the teacher with round, coffee coloured eyes. Mr James rolled his eyes and looked at his roll "Uhh...Cole Knight correct? The new boy" He said the last part as though it was poison and turned away, giving a few loud coughs. Cole gave a small nod "Cole is fine sir..." He answered politely, the Irish accent becoming clear in his voice. Fuck he was hot. If I wasn't sitting in the middle of a psychology class I probably would have been drooling "Alright Cole take a seat beside...I don't really care to be honest just take a seat"