Clo
I'm about to do it. Just walk in to the place I like to call hell. School is by far the worst place in my dictionary, I picture it with devil horns sometimes. There's always the kids who get spoiled and act like they are the people who run the world and that this hell whole is their place. They bully the nerds or the shy ones. I hate watching them be kicked around. I would do something but being that I'm super short and don't talk much, I won't intimidate them. That doesn't mean I don't know how to kick ass. My dad's a boxer and I'm the only child so you can kind of see how that went.
Alright now time to walk in to death. I pulled the from door open to the sound of popular girls gawking at the jocks. The nerds studying and the shy ones stuffing their face inside a locker away from all living disasters some people call their children. I, on the other hand just walked by each and every stereo type minding my own goddamn business.
Pulling out my things from my locker and closing it to be met by the face of a disgrace that god put on this earth.
"Clo, nice to bump into another misfit" Chelsea yay!!!! The popular girl...dresses in pink has stupid groupies follow her and her so called squad behind her laughing at the not so funny jokes to make her self-esteem boost up each time.
"Aw Chelsea thank you.... I mean I rather be a misfit than a door, where my legs are open all the time for anyone to enter" I sneered and walked away not even bothering to fight any further with her.
That's just the beginning of my day. She always seems to try and get the last words but it never actually happens. I continued to walk to my class ignoring every other comment people through at me. Keeping my head down and staring to the floor.
I was soon stopped by me bumping it a tall blonde figure. My books fell making a couple of profanities slipping from my mouth.
"I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going" I apologized to the mysterious guy wearing all black with glasses on looking really intimidating. Soon the intimidation was wiped a bit when he helped me pick up my books and smile at me.
"No worries, shouldn't be wearing these in here anyway" he pulled off his glasses and an amazing pair of eyes were in my way of site. I couldn't help but stair. Jesus. F.ucking. Crist. I think I'm in heaven.
"Are you alright?" my cheeks burned and tinted a light pink.
"Sorry...you just have the most amazing eyes ever" he smiled and stared at me making immediately regret those words.
"Did I say your eyes.....I meant your face" he laughed at me again regretting my words. My eyes screwed shut, mentally slapping myself.
"You know what, I'm just going to get to class now, excuse my awkwardness" I took my books from his hands and headed towards my class.
That was fucking embarrassing. Got to love my flirting skills. I hope I never see him again because, I never want to re-live that moment again.
I sat at my seat all the way in the back and isolated myself from everyone. These classes are so fucking boring. Can't they just let us nap? I miss the days when we were able to do that. I signed and sank own in my seat tuning every human being out, slowly dozing off.
"Don't fall asleep on me now" I slightly jumped to the husky voice that startled my nap time.
"Is there a reason, why you are bothering me?" I asked clearly annoyed.
"Sorry, I was just really bored and seeing that you were nearly falling asleep, you were too and we can maybe be bored together?" he asked me smiling.
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Broken (Luke A.U)
Randombro·ken ˈbrōkən/Submit adjective 1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order. 2. (of a person) having given up all hope; despairing