You stare out of the window, tapping your foot to the tune of The Reckless And The Brave, which has currently been stuck in your head for three days now. But who’s to say that you were complaining? You’re only ten minutes into the class before lunch, and you’re already bored. Could you just go yet? It’s not like this class really mattered to you: it was just another lesson that you had to sit through.
But that wasn’t the worst part about today. The really bad part? Non uniform, aka, Judgement Day. You had settled on your favourite Suicide Silence shirt, which you’d cut the sleeves off, your skinnies and your old, beat up Converses. Yeah, it wasn’t the showiest of outfits, but it was who you were and you felt comfortable in it. You felt like you were a part of something. You did have friends, but you weren’t exactly close with any of them, and you knew deep down that you didn’t really fit in with them. They were lovely people, but none of them had the same taste in music as you, they didn’t dress like you, and they certainly didn’t have dark blue hair. They were all confident, while you just sat and laughed along with whatever outrageous joke they cracked. You just wanted your own crowd.
The lesson drags by and when the bell rings, you make a bolt for the door.
“Hey, Chloe!” A voice shouts, making you turn around to face the source of the voice, Mark. “Suicide Silence – is that the name of your Satan cult?”
Your blood begins to boil with anger and you clench your fists. “Their frontman died in November. How about you show some respect?”
You turn on your heel and stalk off, wishing that Mitch would Lucker Stomp him from heaven. Not feeling strong enough to sit with the confident group of girls who would undoubtedly be wearing the latest fashions and look amazing, you make your way outside.
Outside, the sun is shining and a cool breeze whistles across the campus. You sigh and inhale the fresh air deeply, wondering how your little group can sit inside all lunch when the weather outside is so glorious. You smile at your bare arms, knowing that you may even start getting a tan earlier than normal.
You walk until you find a bench that’s far enough away from everyone else who is outside enjoying the sunshine with their friends. You sit on the top of the bench, because that was what you’d always done. Setting your lunch on your lap, you begin to pick at your sandwich, but you don’t feel like eating. You’d been starving in class, but Mark’s comment had annoyed the living hell out of you.
“Hey,” A voice says, making you lift your eyes from your lunch.
A guy is sitting next to you on the benchtop, and you don’t recognise him. Your shyness overpowers you and you can only just mumble, “Hey,”
“Is this bench taken?”
“N-no,” You stutter, jumping off it. “I, uh, you have it. I’ll go find somewhere else,”
He laughs. “I was asking if I could eat lunch with you,”
A blush sweeps over your cheeks. “Oh. Ha. Um, yeah, sure,”
You sit back next to him and get a good look at him. And he is gorgeous. His brown hair is styled perfectly so it looks like he’s just rolled out of bed, but you can tell he hasn’t. Bright blue eyes sparkle cheekily, almost promising that the pair of you are going to have a lot of fun together. His jawline looks like it’s been sculpted, and you’re instantly jealous. A white t-shirt clings to his chest, while blue skinny jeans cling to his legs.
“I’m Dan,” He smiles.
“Chloe,” You say shyly.
“Nice name,” He says. “Suits you.”
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