"Give Into Your Darkside"

Chapter 1: Crushes and Curtseys

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Shor.

Senior year, new start.

This year I'm done being that guy - the guy who dates only the most popular girls. The guy who gets so wasted he'll sleep with any girl in sight. The guy who every girl wants and every guy want's to be.

All that, it only matters in high school. I'll leave this place and no one will know me. I won't be Shor Mallory, Captain of the football team. Life of the party. Ladies man. Coolest guy in school. I'll be Shor Mallory, nobody, just another kid trying to make his way in the world. I don't want to leave this place stained with a false image of me, it may be too late I'm pretty sure I could quit football, never go to another party, become captain of the debate team or maths club and I would still be, Shor Mallory Coolest guy in school. Highschopl labels tend to be hard to shake.

I may not be able to change what everybody else thinks about me. But I can change what I think about myself.

Emory.

Senior year, finally. I'm so close to being out of this whirlpool of misery they cleverly called highschool.

I'm hoping this year is exactly like the last 3, remain anonymous to everyone except Penny, have our Friday night movie marathons where we eat and cry over romcoms and never interact with anyone in the 'elite circle' especially not the pigs on the football team.

Speaking of football pigs the worst of them all is walking right toward me. Shor Mallory. The boy 'all' the girls want and all the guys 'worship'. I don't get it. Like okay he's obviously good looking but he's such a douche. He's had sex with half the girls in this school and never fails to spread his 'achievements'. Penny thinks his looks are 'gods gift to the world' but makes it very clear that she 'would not ever hang around let alone date a playboy bastard such as Shor Mallory' not that he'd go for either of us were not even on his radar. I couldn't be further away from planet Shor if I was two dimensions over. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know either of us existed.

Picking up my pace I walk towards my drab grey metal locker noticing that Penny was there waiting for me an aura of infinite positivity radiating from her.

But exactly two minutes and 37 seconds into the school year and part of my yearly plan has already being trampled on. As I trip smack bang into someones hard chest, the aroma of cologne dances into my nose as their strong arms pull me out in front of them, they brush a strand of hair off my face and tuck it behind my ear.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asks I instantly know the gruff but somewhat syrupy voice. Even though I've never actually talked to him. However I do have snap chat and he's always on everyone's stories every Friday night, granted right now his words weren't his usual slurred gibberish but it's him none the less.

I shake out of his grip spit out an "I'm fine"

He runs his hand through his perfect, messy blonde locks swooping them to the side like some kind of ridiculous Abercrombie and finch commercial. All of a sudden im face to face with a hand, "Hi I'm Shor Mallory, you must be new, freshman?"

I straightened up my stance trying to come across taller being only 5'1 and a bit "I know who you are, and by the way I'm a senior, we've gone to the same school since kindergarten, jerk" I deadpan trying to push past him but he grabs me by the wrist forcing me to stop. His grip was forceful but gentle at the same time. I couldn't quite work out why exactly he wanted to continue talking to a nobody like me. But continue he did.

"That's impossible, I know everyone in this grade, scratch that  in this school there no way you have flown completely undetected since kindergarten" he asks actually sounding genuinely confused. Funnily enough, everything he's said so far has sounded oddly genuine and not at all like what I've heard he's like which is mostly 'a sarcastic douche'

"Well, your obviously not very observant we were even in the same gym class last year, granted I mostly sat on the bench but I was still there every lesson," I say again trying to leave, but yet again he grabbed me by my wrist gently pulling me back.

"Well then settled it's I need to know you, your the only person I don't know at least their name and one thing about"

"I guarantee, there is one other person you don't know?"

"Point someone out I'll prove it"

I point over to Penny she's sorta as low key at this school as I am.

"Penny Mesa, head of the debate team and homecoming committee" He says with the cutest smirk on his face. Yes he's very cute but he's still the hugest dick and I will never let someone like him get to know me. I look around some more looking for someone less known then me.

"Him" I say pointing to a boy, I don't know his name he has dark curly hair, all I know is he's a sophomore and he recently joined the science club.

"Hunter Matthews, transferred here half way through freshman year. See I know everyone apart from you, come on let me get to know you, you know you want too" he says genuinely pleading me.

Shor.

She is very cute. Like extremely cute. Like one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen.

"Oh well Shor that's where your wrong, your a narcissistic man whore, who happens to be good at football and for some reason everyone seems to worship you, well sorry to disappoint but I don't want to associate with someone who has slept with half the school and brags about it, goodbye Shor" She says and then walks away but this time I don't grab her wrist. Her words mean nothing to me, if anything it makes her more interesting not to sound to into myself but no girl has ever been so real with me it's a quality I admire. But this girl will sure as hell give me a run for my money.

As she walks away I yell "Can I at least know your name?"

She turns around pretends to curtsey and then says "Emory James" then turns back around and stalks off to her locker. 

Well Emory James I like you, and not just in a 'I'll bang you cause the boys will think it's cool' kinda way but in an elementary school ground crush kinda way. Where you don't tell a soul but you secretly think about her all the time kind of way.

That's it, Emory, you've gone and done it I'm crushing on you, I'm crushing hardcore elementary school playground style.

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