Beat Still

Chapter 25: Beat Still

*His Pov*

3 Months ago, First day of Uni.

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"Shit." I inspected the damage on my brand new combat boots. Just a scratch, not a big deal. But still, this guy doesn't think he has to apologize? Does he think he's better than me?

"Oi! Kid!" He stopped dead in his tracks clutching onto his bag tightly, but refused to turn around.

If I were him I'd be scared, too. I'm usually a nice guy but you couldn't tell just by looking at me.

Between my dark features, many tattoos, Black Sabbath t-shirt, dark skinny jeans, and black combat boots I'm sure I was terrifying to him.

I walked up to him and tapped his bony, slouched shoulder. I had to reach up a little to reach it because of how tall he is.

As I waited for him to slowly turn I examined him from head to toe.

His hair was covered in gel and slicked back. He wore a crisp button down and an argyle sweater vest. He looked like his mom dressed him for his first day of school.

He let out a deep breath and turned to face me completely. Suddenly I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. Those eyes...

They were so...intense. The prettiest shade of green I had ever seen. I had only dreamt of eyes like this. I painted people with green eyes, but could never get the color just right. This is what I was looking for...

Unfortunately, they were masked with thick, black frames. I wanted to snatch the glasses off and stomp on them for hiding such beauty.

My eyes trailed to his lips. Which were slightly open in fear. They were plump and pink as if he were a girl.

And then it hit me. 'As if he were a girl.' This is a dude. Why am I looking at him like this? I have a girlfriend, I like girls, I love my girlfriend.

"Ye-yes?" So he speaks.

"You, uhm..." I forgot why I called him. Why did I call him again? I found myself looking down at my feet and then I remembered," You sc-scuffed my boot." Did I just stutter? I don't fucking stutter.

His eyes widened in fear as he looked from my boots to my face and back again.

"I'm so sorry! I was in a rush to get to my class! Today is my first day you see, and I didn't want to be late. I'll p-pay for them if..." I held my hand up as a signal for him to stop rambling.

I searched his face and could tell he was genuine. This kid wouldn't hurt a fly. I like him. He's different.

He shifted his weight nervously and swallowed hard. He probably thought I was going to hit him.

"Give me your phone."

"Wh-what?"

I held out my hand this time," Do you have a phone?"

"Ye-yes?"

"Give it to me." He hesitantly set his brown, obviously overstuffed briefcase on the ground and reached for his phone which I assume was in his back pocket.

As he looked for it my eyes roamed the building that I still wasn't used to calling home. We were standing in the hall right outside of my dorm room. Some guys that I know from down the hall walked by and I nodded in their direction.

"He-here you go." I'm going to have to get this kid some speech therapy...or some confidence.

I took his already unlocked iPhone into my hands and typed in my number, calling myself so that I'd have his number too.