In Every Picture. (5SOS fanfic)

001 - back

I'm not a strong believer of things involving the romantic nature. The mere idea of love at first sight sickened me to my stomach, I'm afraid I'll vomit the pancakes I ate this morning.
You just can't fall in love with a person just by their physical appearance, that's just dumb. It's like you've been fooled by that false advertising you always see on T.V. Instead of choosing something over its genuineness, you picked it because it looked all pretty with the vivid colors and alluring shapes on its packet. Great marketing technique, I might say.
But in my point of view, to be able to love a person is to...

The tip of my pen strode waywardly, marring the paper with indefinite lines and blotches. An inhumane grunt erupted out of me. I snapped my head to the right, spotting a giggling blonde teenage girl.

I had this innate desire to lunge my claws at her and rip all her hair out but I fought the crass idea with every inch of my living conscience.

"Excuse me, but your elbow ruined my essay," I said very slowly, itching at the thought of rolling my eyes.

"Oh, sorry, did I?" she said innocently as if I can't hear the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Her hands were fixated on this guy's hair. He looked eagerly familiar but I can't seem to make out his face since her lovely 'girlfriend' was in the way.

I glanced down at her lips, obviously swollen at the fact that they were sucking each other's faces off for a solid 30 minutes.

"Is there a problem?" her 'boyfriend' chimed in, exasperatingly raising his eyebrows at me. In that moment, I knew who he was.

Could the earth just swallow me whole right freaking now?

"Uhh, nothing, just carry on with what you're doing," I said, mumbling. Quickly, I gathered my things and shoved all of the items inside my bag. At the corners of my eye, I could just sense their presence nearing me and I couldn't help but panic.

I've been avoiding them for 5 freaking years and this is how I blow up my cover? Just throw me into a cliff, please.

"Gwyn. Surprised to see you here," and with those words, my whole life trembled.

"Well, Michael, isn't this a reunion?" I managed to speak with my head held high.

I had the oppurtunity to eye up the boys and I took it. For the past few years, they haven't entirely changed, they're still the same rowdy boys everyone at school adored. Not me.

Ashton grew his hair magnificently, his curls as hazel as his eyes plopped on his head like a crown. Michael also had something to do with his hair since he dyed it recently, a fiery crimson colour. It suited him.

Calum got a little bulky too, his hair highlighted with blonde streaks.

And of course, Luke. His perfectly gelled-up 4-inch quiff made him a lot more attractive, but I swear on my grave, I will destroy that quiff with my bare hands.

What's with boys and hair, anyways? Jeez.

"So, Gwyn. What were you doing here exactly?" Calum spoke out, noticing all of us spacing out which startled me a bit.

"Nothing. Just paperwork," I monotonously spat but I couldn't care less.

"Just paperwork, huh? Then what were you doing sitting beside Erin and Luke?" Calum interrogated like some sort of detective and I was the dirty suspect caught in the act. The other boys were silent, especially Ashton who was looking at this whole situation like he didn't have time for this.

"And why do I need to explain myself to you?" I scowled, sounding defensive.

"We were just asking, Gwyn, take it easy," Michael smirked, his hands deep within the pockets of his jeans.