Punk Love

Chapter 1: I saw you

MCR blasting in my ears as I wondered the school campus to find a spot to sit. The students were roaming about like savages. I finally found a small dark wall far enough away from the other students I feel comfortable. I crouch down curl in to a ball against the wall and wiggle into place until satisfied. Then, I reach into my backpack to pull out my Harry Potter book, but to my disliking it wasn't there. "I must have left it home! Damnit!," I grunted. So I sat there and pouted.

20 miserable minutes passed when a boy comes uncomfortably close to me. "Oh my gosh! What does he want from me?! Nobody talks to me?! Oh my gee!," I thought frantically.

"Hey," the mysterious boy said in a sweet friendly voice.

I didn't respond. I didn't even look up. I was so scared I was shaking now.

"Hey are you okay?"

He sounds so sweet and concerned I had to face him. I look up. I stare into his ocean blue eyes. He had scruffy punk black hair, a white shirt with
a leather jacket over it, black pants with three safety pins on the right pant leg, and black converse. He had pale white skin and the sweetest smile ever. He looked just like Billie Joe Armstrong. I couldn't help staring at him. I had never seen anyone like him. I usually run away from people, but I have this weird desire to run away with him...

Is what love feels like? Why do I feel this burning sensation in my chest? Why am I shaking even more?! Why is my heart racing?! Why am I still staring at this guy like I'm a creep?!?!