The Homosapien

1 : Mates as in friends, right? Wrong.

1 : Mates as in friends, right? Wrong. 

 

It's been four days since the whole 'mates' incident, which i still don't fully understand yet, and Bieber has been glued to me like an extra limb. I've tried to get rid of him but its as if he's not able to register the words i speak. He just chuckles and stares at me with a love struck expression as if i've said the cutest thing ever, when in reality i said "Mate, seriously, get the fuck off me". But its as if it goes in one ear and out the other. To top it off, everyone in the entire school greets me as if im some kind of novelty, even the teachers for Christ sake. I've kind of gotten used to the fact that i've moved into a wack town, but maybe its just me. This might just be normal behaviour for Americans. Thank god this move wasn't permanent, I'm only here for a year on an exchange student project. My mum said it would be good for my UCAS points, so i could get into a top university. I figured it would be more of a holiday then anything so i thought why the fuck not? Go to America on my own, learn to be independent, eat some extra large food which is actually just a regular portion here, Have some me time. Sounds like a sweet deal right? Well i might just be regretting my decision, i didn't realise how 'Friendly' these people would be. 

"Let me take you out to dinner" He says leaning against the locker beside my own. I close my locker and start making my way down the hall to my 3rd lesson, Classical Civilisation. 

"No" I shuffle through the people, well not really shuffle since they make room for me as i pass. some girls even do a slight courtesy. I make an awkward expression then turn away. I am not used to this amount of attention and i am not enjoying it. 

"Why mate? Why won't you let me treat you?" His eyebrows furrow a little and his lower lip pouts slightly. I can't help but think he's cute, hey i might not be in love with him but im not blind to his obvious attributes. Another thing that's strange about him is the way he says 'mate'. Rather then a substitute for a name he says it more like an endearment. But maybe im just reading into it too much. Back home, Mate is a really commonly used word, not just for your friends but for anyone really. Its kind of like 'Dude' or 'bro', i suppose. But over here the only one who calls me mate is him. I on the other hand refer to anyone as mate. But since i don't know anyone here he's the only one who's had the privilege to be called by an extremely overused and abused noun. Although i don't know anybody, everybody seems to be aware of me. And that's another reason why i can't wait to go back. I'm not going to lie and say i hate it here, because in all honesty I'm actually having a lot of fun living alone. I was meant to stay with auntie may, a distant relative, more of a family friend, but i somehow convinced my parents that this was a once in a life time opportunity for me to learn some Independence, so they rented me a small one story house a few houses down from auntie may. 

"Because i don't want you too, why are you so bloody clingy?" I roughly shrugged off his arm that founds its way around my shoulder. I was about to turn in to the final corridor, the door to my class could  be seen and i was rushing, another minute and i would be late. Before i could turn though, i was suddenly yanked back and spun around. Bieber looked at me with an expression that i could describe as impatient, or maybe frustrated. He started walking forward and i found myself backing up with my hands help up. The halls were clearing out quickly but people still found time to steal glances at us. No one bothering to help the girl who was quickly being corner'd into the lockers. 

"Whats wrong with you? I've been so patient for the past few days. I've given you so much space so you could slowly adjust but your not even trying" He stood in front of me now, his fringe falling over his piercing green eyes. My breath caught, not because i was blown away or anything but just because he was standing so close to me i was finding it hard to breath. I had a cheese and onion pasty for lunch and i'm pretty sure my breath was far from fresh. He towered over me, he wasn't especially tall but i was short, standing at maybe 5"2.