I Still Think You're Beautiful (Jordan Sweeto x Reader)

Chapter 1 New School & New Faces

*Your POV*

I woke up and looked around my room. It was still messy from yesterday when me and my mom stacked boxes into the house. We just moved away from the US and we were now in Australia. It was pretty cool here, but it was really hot. It was better than being in the US though. I got bullied a lot and my dad wasn't the best, so now my mom and I are starting somewhere new. She even got a job already. I'm proud of how hard she works. And today was my first day at James Vill High School. It would be my last year of high school. Then I would be free from teachers and school work! But I was hopping this year would be better. Its pretty be hard being different...I got out of bed and made my way to my closet. I didn't like school. I had a feeling this one wouldn't be different from any other school I've been to, know matter how much I hoped it would be.

I put on a Metro Station shirt and some black skinny jeans. Then I slipped on and laced up my black converse. Walking over to the mirror, I tripped over my bag and landed on the floor.

You: What a perfect way to start a morning.
I moaned.

I pushed my self off the ground and pulled myself up by grabbing onto my dresser. When I stood up I saw my glove and bracelets. I stared at them for a while until I noticed myself scratching at the cuts on my arm. I slipped on the glove and wore a couple bracelets along with it. My glove was black and went up to my elbow. No one likes an arm that's not decorated, right? After I had finished putting a couple bracelets on my other arm, I brushed my hair out, put on eyeliner, and went downstairs. My mom was in the kitchen making pancakes.

Mom: Good morning dear! Did you sleep well?

You: Yes.
I lied.

Mom: Wonderful. And you know what's going to make today even more wonderful?

You: If we won the lottery?

My mom laughed at my joke but I just stared at the counter blankly.

Mom: Well, yes, but it's your first day at your new school! Isn't that exciting?

In all honesty, no. It wasn't. A new school, meant new bullies. It meant new work I won't understand. It meant, nothing to me. I hate school. People ruined it for me. End of story. My mom tried to make it seem like it was a good thing though. She always tried her best to be happy and cheery. I don't know how she does it. With all the bullshit we've been through, I really didn't see a point in anything anymore...

Mom: Do you want bacon (y/n)?

My mom snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at her and nodded.

You: Yes please.
I said quietly.

She gave me my plate and I slowly ate small bites of food. I wasn't hungry. I just had to wait until she left the kitchen. I didn't have to wait to long though because there was a knock on our door. She left to get it and when it was clear she was out of site, I tossed the food in the garbage. I only ate a couple bites of pancakes and took the three pieces of bacon with me as I went to my room to get my backpack. I grabbed it from the floor, then checked my hair in the mirror one last time. Suddenly I heard my phone buzz. I looked over at it and hesitated. I knew exactly what it was. And as much as I wanted to look at it, I also didn't want to. People from my old school found my number and have texted me mean things ever since. I didn't bother telling anyone. It didn't seem like it mattered. I picked up the phone and unlocked it. I was right. A new message, from a number I didn't know, popped up.

Text: "glad u finally left the school fag"

I turned my phone off and looked at myself in my mirror.

You: (Why me? What have I ever done to deserve hate?)

I moved away from the mirror and walked downstairs when I saw the bus coming down the street. I didn't need to be late. When I got downstairs I said bye to my mom and walked out the door. I walked onto the bus with my head down. There wasn't many people on yet so I made my way to the back. After sitting down I put on my headphones and looked out the window. It was nice to get a ride to school instead of walking. I used to walk to school back in America, so this was a nice change.

(A/n: I don't know anything about Australia, so bear with me, ok? Ok. Back to the story...)

I almost fell asleep on the way there, but we got to the school before I could. I waited for everyone to get off before I got off myself. I got to my locker, put some stuff away, then I looked at my schedule to started my hunt for Mr. Quinn's class.
(A/n: ;) You're welcome ladies)
Soon the bell rang and I sighed.

You: (Late on your first day. Way to go me.)

I walked around some more until I finally found it. D-2, Mr. Quinn's room. From what I knew, he was a history teacher. I walked into the class and saw everyone ready to start the day.

Mr. Q: I'm guessing you're my new student.

I nodded and kept my head down. My number one rule when it came to new schools, was don't speak to anyone. I trusted no one. I hated getting attached to people. So I stayed quite, unless I was talking to my mom. She was the only person I actually talked to.

Mr. Q: How about you introduce yourself to the class?

I stayed quite and took a small step back.

Mr. Q: Never mind that that. Take a seat in the back.

I turned to walk down the aisles of chairs and desk when someone ran into the classroom.

Person: Sorry I'm late Kellin! I overslept again.

Mr. Q: Late as always Jordan. And how many times have I told you not to call me by my first name?
he asked annoyed.

The boy known as Jordan gave a small laugh.

Jordan: Sorry, Mr. Quinn.

Mr. Q: Just take a seat so I can start the lesson. And see me after class.

Jordan: Yes sir, Kellin sir.

Mr. Quinn rolled his eye and started the lesson. I sat in the back near a window and Jordan sat next to me. I had zoned out until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Jordan holding a note out to me. I took it and carefully undid its folds to read what it said.

Note: Hey! :D I'm Jordan. I don't recognize you, are you new here?

I was surprised by the note. I didn't think anyone really cared I was here. I thought they'd see me as some silent weirdo. And yet, this guy was trying to be nice? I realized I had been staring at the paper for to long so I wrote a response.

You: Yes. I'm (y/n).

I passed the paper back to him and he read it. Then he wrote something and passed it back.

Jordan: Nice to meet you. Welcome to our school. Also, I love your shirt! :D

You: Thanks.

That was the end off note passing. Then I went back to staring out the window. Jordan was odd...But I found myself being curious about what he was like.
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A/n: Yahoo!! I'm back to writing again. I took a really long break...I'm sorry!!! :'( A lots been going on and still happening but I'm sick of mopping around, so here's a new story I'll be working on! Also, there seemed to be a lot of hate because of the way I made Kyle act in my Johnnie x Reader, it was just a fan fiction.. I wasn't trying to make people mad.. I'm sorry.. But please no hate! Thanks guys! Love ya lots!!! <3