Unorthodox Love

》cHaPTeR oNE 《

I still remember it.

I remember the ecruciating pain as the vehicle collided with me.

I remember the sound of ear piercing screams from bystanders and from me as well.

I remember the smell of burning rubber and fuel.

There's only one thing I can't remember; I can't remember what it looks like.

I can't remember if the vehicle that hit me was a car or a truck. I can't remember what I was wearing. I can't remember where exactly I was.

And most of all, I can't remember color.

Out of all the things I could've forgotten, I forgot color. It totally sucks to only see different shades of grey. And I don't mean just fifty shades of grey, there's more than fifty shades you know.

Monochromatism, they call it.

I call it grey fucking hell.

Why am I dissing my condition you ask? Because standing here in my room, in front of my window I see the sun setting in the horizon. Sure, I see that it's clearly beautiful but it makes me wonder what the heck does it really look like. At times like these I would just stand and mutter curses at the scene but right now I can't help but pity myself.

Being a monochromat never really hindered my life, I could still see everything except it's in grayscale and sorta blurry. But it just annoys me that I have to see a different perspective of the world. They see colorful rainbows while I see grey, black, and white. I would try to listen to the doctor to understand what my condition really is, but all I understand is that I can see the world, not just the same one as others do.

I shook my head, maybe I should just sleep it out.

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I may have been in this house for two weeks now, but somehow it still manages to take me by surprise. Just when I woke up this morning I gasped when I realized I was no longer in my room in california. Now, walking out my room I once again realized how large this house truly was. At the end of the hall was the huge balcony where the two large stairways meet and above it was the massive crystal chandelier. I skipped down the stairs and into the hallway and straight to the kitchen. There, I found my big brother cooking.

"Good morning" I greeted him. Grabbing an apple from the counter I leaned and plucked a piece of bacon from the pan.

"How was your sleep?" He asked me.

"It was okay..."

Silence took over as we ate our meal. Silence never was awkward for the two of us. We both know that we're not morning people. Sipping my orange juice Xavier suddenly spoke.

"So... you'll be going to school later" he started.

"Uhh... yeah."

"Are you ready?"

I looked down on my pajamas. "Do I look like I'm ready?" I glared at him.

He gave me a deadpanned look "You know what I mean."

"If by 'ready' you mean prepared to take a beating then yes I am mentally, physically, and even emotionally prepared to bullied because of this fucking Monochromatism!" I shouted unnecessarily. Realizing my mistake I slumped in my chair and mumbled a "Sorry"

Taking silence as a cue I decided it was time to get ready.

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There's no point in being anxious. Eventually, you have to go out and face whatever you fear because you need to. I don't fear school, I fear judgement, criticism, or in other words bullying.

"Are you going out or what?" Xavier asked, slightly annoyed.

"Or what?"

He rolled his eyes "There's nothing to fear about these kids. They're just teenagers like you."

I actually wanted to argue more but knowing this topic I would have to go out one way or another. "Fine." I grumbled.

I stepped out the car and walked to the doors as quickly as possible. Just avoid eye contact and you'll be fine. Avoid eye contact--

"Oof!" I was suddenly pushed backward and down I went to the cold floor.

Ouch

"Watch where you're going." A hard voice said. I looked up and lo and behold a god in all his glory. His hair had streaks of white and millions of shades of grey. Most people have solid black, grey, or white, but his hair is so beautiful. Standing beside him were two boys who were handsome as well but they cannot top the guy in the middle. My gaze flickered back to mister watch-where-you're-going. His jaw was lock and tensed. He looked through my glasses and into my eyes, his eyes suddenly softened. He stretched out his hand I flinched thinking that he would hurt me, but when his hand unfolded, he's trying to help me.

"S-Sorry"

Not properly thinking of the consequences I stood up by myself and left to the administrator's office without another word.

The lady behind the desk gave me everything I needed except a map. But she must've thought of that too because when the door opened and revealed a tall guy she pointed to him "He'll point you to our first class." I don't know how but the lady managed to push me to the guy. Fortunately, I didn't fall or stumble into him.

We walked out of the office side by side. Unlike the silence Xavier and I are always situated in, this silence is quite awkward and it's really making me uncomfortable.

He cleared his throat "Hi. I'm Kaden Matthews."

"Avalina Sage" I smiled at him. Come to think of it he looks kinda cute. Ah heck with it he looks really handsome.

Is everybody here attractive?

"No not everyone and thank you by the way." He said with a smirk.

Wait did I say that out loud?

"Yep, you did."

Well, Crap.

"Language!"

"Gosh, you sound like my mom."

"I do?"  He started laughing and man his laughter is really contagious because soon enough I found myself guffawing.

I kept laughing when Kaden simmered down to chuckles. I looked up and found him glaring at something across the hall. I stopped laughing and followed his line of sight.

I stiffened when my eyes met with the guy I bumped into earlier. His gaze was on me then it shifted to the guy beside me, Kaden. I found them glaring at each other with the air between them so tense that a knife could slice through.

"Who's that?" I asked to ease the growing tension.

He looked at me then his expression softened. "That's Axel Maverick. His name says it all. Rebellious, different, the resident 'bad boy'" he air quoted the last part. "He's not a good guy, Avalina. Take my advice and avoid him at all costs."

"Why?"

"Just do as I say. This is your class." Just on cue the bell rung. I quickly moved to the classroom but I stopped when something caught my arm. I spun around to see Kaden holding my arm.

"Yes, Kaden?"

"I- uhh... Have lunch with me later?"

I blinked. "Sure, why not. Now go! You'll be late!" I shooed him.

"By the way,Avalina, just call me Kade."

"Okay, bye." I waved. He turned and took a step forward "Oh and Kade?" He quickly turned to me "Call me Ava" I smiled at him and he smiled.

After waving goodbye I walked into the room and stopped when I found easels, paint brushes, stools and not desks.

Art.

Oh Crap.