T o u c h . *ON HOLD* (Chris Lanzon Fanfiction)

c h a p t e r o n e .

Song for this chapter is up above, its also what gave me inspiration for this fanfiction.

Touch- troye sivan

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"So are you into him?" Saids Lydia.

I almost burst at the idea of dating Michael parker. I did not date and i most certainly was not into him one bit. All i could honestly do was roll my eyes at her, i knew what would happen next. Michael would get Lydia to ask me out for him and i would reject him without even having to think about it. Did no one in this school get the picture, I'd rejected about 5 guys this year. I sounded stuck up but honestly i wasn't intrested and i also wasn't a lesbian like Chris Lanzon said.

Exactly like i predicted, Lydia asked me out for Michael and i said no. Do i somehow mislead the guys from my school? I mean i barely speak to them and its not like i make flirtatious body gestures towards them. I had made a decision that all guys are stupid, specifically the one at this school.

Sitting at the lunch table with Lydia i started to feel uncomfortable with Michaels intense staring. I elbow Lydia and signal over to him, obviously she's not phrased by this because she just shrugs.

"I wouldn't worry about it, everybody thinks me and you are dating anyway."

I laugh loudly, this rumor has been going on for months now. Apprently me and Lydia were caught "Kissing" in the change room. It was funny because me and Lydia don't recall such a thing but apprently Chris did. My question would of been "why were you in the girls change rooms." I felt like i already knew the answer to that. The school offered me and Lydia counseling but honestly we just shrugged it off.

I pretend not to notice Michaels stares anymore and continue enjoying my lunch while gossiping with the others on my table. I said i didn't speak to guys but i guess my guy friends don't count. Danny and greg had been sitting with us for a few months now and i loved having them around. They know i see them as brother figures and i know they see me as a sister figure, thank god.

Danny was really into Chris which was a shame because Danny could do way better and Chris wasn't gay. I mean i couldn't see what Danny saw in him, he was a pot smoking morron. Yeah he has the looks that could kill but he had a personality that could kill aswell and not in a goodway. I mean look i didn't care that he smoked or that he was a "badass," i just cared about the way he treated the female population. Girls jumped all over him and he didn't treat anyone of them with respect. I mean if I was one of them i would slap the hell outta him until he learned some manners.

I sigh, the sound of the school bell dragging me out of my thoughts. My next class was Math and i was honestly contemplating faking sick to get out of it. All my friends had diffrent classes and i was stuck at the front of the class alone. I groan slowly dragging myself through the door until i reach my cold empty doom, my seat. Everyone was counting down the minutes, if the teacher wasn't here in 15 minutes we could leave and do whatever we wanted. Sadly that wasn't the case because she just walked in destroying everyones hopes and dreams. Her cursed smile reflects around the room and she starts the lesson with a "practice test."

"I don't have a pencil miss so i can't do it." Chris's voice rings across the class making girls giggle.

I don't blame the teacher for sighing i would be done with Chris's shit aswell. "Does anyone have a pencil Chris can borrow?" She saids almost sarcastically. Of course she looks at me and i sigh grabbing my only other pencil out of my pencil-case. I get up and walk over to Chris handing it to him reluctantly.

"Just make sure you give it back at the end of the lesson alright." I say bluntly.

I was just treating him the way i saw him treat everyone else. I mean i knew i was never getting that pencil back, it was Chris. He was badass and being badass means not giving pencils back aswell.