Do Opposites Really Attract? {Malum}

Chapter 1

Michael's P.O.V.

I woke up this morning sick to my stomach. Today was my first day at my new school. If I'm being completely honest I've gotten used to the feeling. This is the third time I've switched schools in the past two years. Being the new kid was something that I have grown accustomed to, despite my hatred of it. Just because my hair is purple doesn't mean I want to be the center of attention. Yes, I'm aware that purple hair will stand out in a crowd, but I try to keep all eyes off of me. When you are the new kid all eyes are on you no matter what you look like. Every student gives you the "who the fuck is this" look, and every teacher gives you the "please don't be like the rest of these demons" look. The teachers soon realize that I am among the worst of them. I honestly couldn't give two shits about school. I mean yeah I pass my classes, but just barely.

After five minutes of wallowing in self pity, I managed to drag myself out of bed. I forced myself to look at the horror in my bedroom mirror to insure the purple ratsnest on my head looked remotely presentable. I put on a black sweater that was a little too big and a pair of black skinny jeans before walking out of my bedroom.

When I walked into the kitchen I was practically smacked in the face with the stench of bacon. The sick feeling suddenly returned as I greeted my mother with a smile as artificial as her love for me. She returned the lie of a smile and placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I picked at the food in front of me to humor the pathetic excuse of a mother that sat at the table across from me.

After ten minutes I gave up on eating the food and put my dish in the sink. I grabbed my backpack and waved goodbye to my mother who yet again ignored my existence.

The walk to the new hell hole that I will probably only be in for a few months was boring, as expected. It was filled with All Time Low and mentally stabbing anyone who came close to me.

When I reached the school I noticed it looked like the stereotypical high school you see in shitty teen romance movies. All the jocks were standing around with their slutty cheerleader girlfriends, the stoners were getting high behind the building, and the geeks were doing homework that probably wasn't due until next week. The one stereotype I couldn't find was my own, the freaks.

I walked into the brick building praying to some type of God that people wouldn't stare at me. Boy was I wrong. There was not a single pair of eyes that wasn't drawn to me. I could hear people mumbling things like "who the hell is that?" And "what the fuck is up with that kids hair?"

Like always I kept my head down and tried to ignore everyone. Well, that was until I walked into someone. When I looked up to mutter a quick apology my breath hitched. The boy standing in front of me was absolutely gorgeous. He had the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes that we're complemented by his nearly black hair with golden-dyed fringe. He had perfectly toned arms, so I could tell he was an athlete of sorts. To make this boy more mesmerizing, he had beautiful plump lips that I wanted nothing more than to kiss endlessly.

After taking in the boys beauty for a few milliseconds, I mumbled an apology and began to walk away. I say began because before I could two steps away I felt the boy grab onto my arm. Fuck, I thought to myself, this guy is going to kick my ass just because I bumped into him. Turned towards the boy and braced myself for the hit that never came.

"You don't need to apologize," he said smiling sweetly, "it's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going."

He smiled at me as if expecting a response from me. Much to his dismay I just gave him a half-assed smile and walked away from him. The boy was attractive, but I knew it was too good to be true. He's probably the stereotypical jock with the hot cheerleader girlfriend. And even on the off chance that he did like guys there is no way in hell he would like a freak like me.

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After going to the front office to get my schedule and fifteen minutes of walking around this maze that is called a school building, I finally found my class. I took a deep breath as I reached for the door handle, dreading what was about to occur. I pushed the wooden door open and smiled shyly at the teacher. I turned my head to look at the students in the class and my eyes locked with the familiar brown eyes of the beautiful boy

I bumped into in the hall earlier. This was going to be a long year.

A/N Hi!!!! I finally posted the first chapter! I hope you guys like it. Feedback is greatly appreciated <3
- Kitty