A + J

Chapter One

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Students bustled around me like they had somewhere better to be other than here.

Here is the animal kingdom. Here is where you acquire a backbone—it's a totally dog eat dog world. Here is where you learn all the snarky remarks and social skills that will pretty much stick with you for the rest of your life. Here is where you learn to choose between fight and flight and that determines the social hierarchy for the rest of your pleasant stay.

High school.

I drag myself out of bed every morning at roughly 7:04 (because I need that extra four minutes to convince myself not to gouge my eyes out), and commute to this dimly lit hellhole to blend in with the paint for 7 hours.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I hate everyone here or that I'm some sort of social pariah; it's just that I don't see the point. This is supposedly supposed to be the best four years of my life and I couldn't find it in me to get excited about anything more than maybe, possibly, getting myself a McDonalds breakfast in the morning and even that rarely happens.

I slammed my locker shut with another sigh.

Even worst though, is that everyone around me was excited about something and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was. Students were gathered in their normal cliques, eyes darting around like someone was listening in to their conversations. They were trying (and failing) to be discreet. I wouldn't say that I was genuinely interested, maybe slightly curious. The faster I could tune it out, the faster the day would go by and the sooner I could be curled under my warm blankets.

As far as me referring to my peers as something separate from myself, I can't really help it. I wasn't born with the teenager gene as far as I can tell. Therefore, I am not one of them. And to them...well I don't really exist.

The way I like it.

I slammed my locker shut and tossed a pen into my bag for my English class and turned to the enter the chaos amongst the rest of the students. I sling my leather bag over my shoulder and gathered my long unruly locks into a curly bun atop my head and mulled over what color I was to dye it next—anything to keep my mind off of where I actually was.

"Good morning Belleview High!" A deep voice penetrated through the buzzing of the students. His voice was obnoxious, laced with the sarcastic cheerfulness that only high school students could recognize. My eyes flickered to the source and I found what people were so excited about.

Now I don't mean to be cliché. This most definitely isn't one of those stories but all good stories have this moment so I'll tell you exactly how it happened to me. My first time seeing him.

He was a giant, looming over the rest of the student body at about 6'4. I immediately wondered what I'd look like standing next to him. I was around 5'7, maybe 130 pounds and he dwarfed me. He was also gorgeous. He had tan skin, and hair that was deepest black—like ink. His face was cut and chiseled and long eyelashes framed dark brown eyes that sparkled mischievously. He had day old stubble decorating his jaw and my hand twitched as I briefly wondered what it would feel like under my fingertips. His lips were full, his teeth were straight, and his body...

Oh my...

He was obviously well built, but even more attractive was the way he dressed himself, like he was his own work of art on display. He wore a maroon long sleeved V-neck that clung to his skin. He also wore dark blue jeans that hung low and his hips and molded to his long legs.

My tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip and I trailed my eyes back up to his face and I found his eyes locked with my own, a smirk threatening to stretch his lips... and bile rose up in my throat.

I hurled right there on the hallway floor.