Bandaged & Damaged {BoyxBoy & FIN & EDITING}

chapter two

One of my problems was being emotionless. It was many things. I didn't show the emotions that people wanted me to show, for example when Miles told me never to come around, and he waited for me to get angry or something, but I didn't show it, or whenever I told my parents that I loved them, I wouldn't smile but more of a grimace.

It wasn't really my fault. I did teared up when I thought of leaving my parents behind to go to college. I chose to leave, and I decided to obey Miles's orders and leave him alone. It was perfectly easy to leave him alone since I didn't get his room number, and I don't know or care to understand what his roommates looked like.

To be completely honest, I was fine, leaving Miles alone, but now I knew why Miles was a bit off today. It was because I was around him. He made it seem like it was my fault. Ma and Pa wanted us almost to have the same things: matching outfits, go to the same school, matching hairstyles, etc.

The hairstyles didn't go quite well because my hair was a curly Afro while Miles had slick, naturally curly hair. Miles actually smirked when he saw that I was trouble with my hair, but it dropped when I didn't show him the emotion he wanted. Frustration. He told me I was like a "robot" or a "breathing human, not a living one."

No anger. No care. No reaction.

I read the information about my schedule and the rooms. I was supposed to meet my roommate through a series of text messages, but I wasn't interested in meeting him. It's not because he was boring or anything, it was because I didn't feel like meeting him. If he were friendly and kind, I wouldn't mind being his friend. Still, he would remember me being his since friends, from what I heard and learned, tell everything to each other and needed reactions to things such as rumors, emotional sob stories, or current issues about their life and I didn't know how to react if he had any of those.

I realized that I didn't need the information if I already knew my room and neatly put my clothes and school supplies in their place. I was lost. And Miles was a moody dick to help his brother.

I shrugged and made a right and walked down a long hall. I checked my phone and saw that it was close to four. My schedule nap was destroyed, and I would have to go to sleep at six instead of three. It was the way my brain and body worked. If I didn't get the necessary rest, I would get nightmares and fall in a black abyss that I never wanted to go ever again. Miles would help me get out of the darkness, but it seemed like he didn't want to deal with me anymore. I respected that.

I sped up my pace and made a left. I slowed down when I saw someone who looked about Miles's age walk in the opposite direction. We walked past each other, but somehow, we bumped shoulders, and I looked over mine to see the man looking back at me with a small smirk on his face. The only thing I saw or remembered because it felt fast, was his smirk and a weird and somewhat mischief glint in his blue eyes.

It was almost enchanting.

Then he turned his head and looked forward, a soft whistle echoed in the hallway as he walked away. I didn't realize that I stopped walking and stared at the stranger.

The first question that popped in my head was, who was that? It was shocking since many people or things didn't interest me. What was unique about him? Was it his blue eyes that held an emotion that I never saw before? Was it his smirk that screamed danger? It didn't matter.

I looked at my schedule and continued walking. 1013. I stood in front of my room. I frowned and looked at the ends of the hallway, nobody to be seen. It felt like a ghost town around here. It wasn't even loud. I opened the door and walked inside to see someone's back. I shut the door behind me, and the person jumped and turned around, holding a redshirt. His blue eyes scanned me for a couple of seconds and sighed in relief, shaking his head and chuckling afterward.