Something About You

Chapter 1: Hot Guys and Charming Names

"If you don't want to die a painful death, then I suggest you get the hell out of my way."

I was seething. Why, you may ask? Cause it was Monday. And I really hate Mondays.

"Oh my god, can you walk any slower? I wasn't informed we were imitating sloths here!"

I quickly turned on a dime to where I was faced with a frightened freshmen, who had a chubby face and a lot of acne. His eyes widened as he saw the look of murderous rage on my face.

"And you!" I pointed a finger at his chest. "If you step on the back of my heel one more time...so help me, I will snap your neck!"

I puffed out a few breaths of air. I guess you could say I had a little bit of a bad temper. Just a little weensy bit of a bad temper. 

I tried to calm myself down and turned around to apologize for being such a jerk. He cowered back in fear as he saw my face again. I grimaced. "Hey dude, I'm sorry. It's just a Monday and....well, yeah, you know Mondays," I finished up my lame excuse before I patted his shoulder (to which he looked at my hand as if it would suddenly sprout five inch long nails and slice open his throat) and left for my locker.

I got all the notebooks I needed for my next class only to turn around and slam straight into a fellow school mate and proceed to knock all of my books, as well as his, into a jumbled mess on the school tiles.

"Ah, shit. I'm sorry, today is just not my day and—woah, dude are you okay?" I looked up into the eyes of my victim, only to find a swirling mass of dark, angry, gray clouds that seemed to contain a fountain of emotions fighting to break free. His soft looking black hair just barely brushed his ear where I found a white earbud poking out of. His eyebrows were pulled down just above his angry gray eyes as he looked down at me, glaring. He looked pissed.

"Hey, do you have the Monday blues too, man? Up top!" I raised my hand for a high five.

Oh my god. Oh. My. God.You just have to embarrass yourself everywhere you go, don't you?

Oh, shut up. You're my brain. You're the one who made the decision to even let those words come out of my mouth.

I slowly pulled down my hand, having realized he was in no mood to be high fiving random girls in the hallway.

He only glared at me before saying two cold words directly to my face.

"Piss off."

Honestly, I wasn't even offended. I'd already said worse to random people in the hallway just today. Plus, I was used to cold words like this, having an older brother around the house does help you prepare for the bitter life of high school.

And he marched past me, the dark gray masses that were his eyes never softening.

Yet there was something about those eyes. Something that drew me in. That fascinated me. How could one person have so many emotions threatening to spill out if they only had someone to spill it out to? I didn't know the answer to that question but I did, however, know that the next time I saw those eyes, I'd be a goner.

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"Jake, I'm hungry," I whined, setting my school bag down on the kitchen counter. "Make me some food," I told my brother who walked into the kitchen behind me.