Blue Styles || Ziall Fiction.

Blue Styles || Chapter Four.

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Blue Styles || Chapter Four; You Are an Angel.

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Blue’s POV

It’s my first day of school today, I’m so excited – Note the sarcasm – to go to school. Don’t get me wrong, I like studying because it enhances the capacity of my mind to think wisely in my age. Even though I’m a straight A student, I still like hanging out with my friends and such.

My favorite class is English and my mum loved English class too. Want to know why English is my favorite? Well, I like writing things. I love writing poems, songs, short drabbles, my thoughts and what I feel.

So this year, I hope my teacher isn’t some fat, old, man who gets mad at everything. I hope it’s a guy, maybe around 21- 25 years old. Did I not mention that I like older guys? I don’t know why, I just do. Maybe I find them more attractive and hotter than the guys around my age.

Though I am known as the smartest guy in our previous school, there were plenty of guys who have crush on me because maybe because I don’t wear those straight horizontal braces that most of the nerd wears, or maybe because I don’t wear glasses, or maybe because I’m not stupid.

I shrugged all my thoughts then headed to the bathroom. I stepped in to the shower, rubbed the soap to my skin, applied the shampoo to my hair then rinsed off. I stepped out then wrapped the towel to my waist. I brushed my teeth then rinsed my mouth. I walked to my closet then opened it, scanning. I chose the shirt ‘Kiss Me, I’m Irish’ printed on it, a black skinny jeans, white supra and a clove snapback.

I went downstairs, heading to the dining room to just to find my mum, already sitting to one of the chairs. I kissed her cheek then muttered a ‘good morning, mum’ greetings then sat in a chair, facing her. I started to eat then she interrupted me.

“Uh Blue?” My mum asked, nervousness plastered on her face. Why was she nervous all of a sudden after crying for about… a month? Non-stop. Note my exaggeration.

“Yeah?” I looked up and there was her nervous face again.

“If ever I remarried another man, how would you take it?” She asked. I gasped and I stopped from eating because… Really? She just got divorced for about a month and now, she’s planning to get married again?

“I don’t know mum, you just got divorced for about a month. Why’d you brought that topic up?” I asked suspiciously.

She shrugged and said, “Just wondering because I met someone, and he’s got everything I need. We just met and I felt something unexplainable. I was wonderstruck.” She sighed happily.

“Good for you mum, at least you’ve gotten over that stupid ex-husband of yours. I’m still wondering why the hell you don’t want to change my last name into Swift instead of Styles.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Hey! Watch your words little man. He’s still you’re father and he is my first love so you can’t just ask me why I don’t want to change your last name. Though we’ve separated, I still want to remember him as my one and only. And knowing that you have his last name and you are his son, no matter how many girls he gets to know, he still has a child on me.” She winked and we both laughed. I missed this, I mean seeing my mum laugh as if there’s no problem.

“So who is the lucky guy then?” I smirked. I wonder what the guy looks like, is he hot? Is he older than mum? What is his job? How did they meet? Millions of question ran through my mind but I just shrugged it off.