In Every Picture. (5SOS fanfic)

002 - friend

The blithe sunlight of morning looked eagerly brighter as I walked to school, but I welcomed it with a distasteful grunt like the sore pessimist that I am. This day will turn out great.

Not.

As if on cue, every person in the hallway glued their eyes on me like I had done something severely horrendous.

Okay, you caught me. I poured the milk first before the cereal.

Their malicious sneers bored into me, my eyes twitching at the discomfort.

"You know, you can get an autograph if you guys want," I spoke out with a sweet yet sarcastic smile laced on my lips.

They averted their eyes as quick as they could breathe.

"From a loser like you? As if," a girl scoffed which I instantly recognized as Sari Dwight-- a girl from my Trig class.

"After I put you in the hospital, I would be pleased to sign your cast, Sari," I smirked at her and continued going along my way to my first class.

It's true. I might be a pathetic loser, but I'm the kind of loser with that burning flair. A loser with one hell of an attitude. And maybe that's why nobody ever bothered to befriend my sorry butt. I was socially compromised but I didn't care.

Even if someone atleast tried to be friends with me, they're only in it for my homework or the wad of cash my parents carelessly hand to me. It was a pathetic casualty. People are assholes.

A sudden flash of his face invaded my thoughts like wildfire.

Him.

Why brain? Stop thinking about him. He's not your partner in crime anymore. He's not there to give you free yogurt when you're stressed anymore. He's not there to rub your back when you're crying your guts out anymore. And you're not there to punch him in the face anymore.

It's never going to happen.

My pensiveness got the better of me, I shook off the distant memories before it ruins the rest of my day and focused on jotting down the scribbles Ms. Holt left on the board. The distant giggles and low mumbling filled the room, I snapped my head to the left and saw, 3 seats away from me, the garishing head of no other than Michael Clifford. I forgot, we have French together.

How lovely.

Nonetheless, I always knew he sat there but my amazing capability of being invisible and ignoring everyone around me was impeccable.

I continued writing on my notebook, preoccupying myself as I could feel Michael's stare melt right through me. He got up from his seat and shuffled his steps towards me, shoving a lot of people on the way without apologizing.

Rude, much?

He took a seat beside me and I silently cursed him, myself, and the entire world.

"What are you doing here?"

I glanced at him and he replied with a snigger. The nerve of him. How dare he intrude my quality time with myself.

"Pissing off the lonely girl. It's much more fun than talking to all these fake people," he grinned mischievously, seemingly pleased with himself. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I'm not your source of entertainment whatsoever. I enjoy being alone," I retorted.

"Sure, Gwyn. I believe you." It was his time to roll his eyes at me.

"Whether ya like it or not, I'm gonna bug you until you accept my friendship," he flashed me a smile. And I could tell by the way it reached his eyes, it was a genuine one.