My Non-Existent Boyfriend

(2 - Flynn) Shooting Star

Flynn

"Watch it, moron." Tom growled at me as I accidentally knocked into him. Him being the giant he was sent me flying against the lockers. Groaning, I reached down to pick up my text books that had fallen out my arms. Stupid prick. This is why I'm thanking God we're moving somewhere else, somewhere nice.

"He just wants to touch you, being gay and all." One of his mates snickered causing me to scowl. 

"Like anyone would want him, let alone a guy." Tom snorted before storming off. Idiot bastard. 

I walked into the canteen and settled and my usual spot under the oak tree. Some bitches walked past, giggling and pointing at me. 

"Hey, what's up?" One of them asked shyly. She had bleached blonde hair that was done in an intricate braid and lipstick that looked like she'd wiped blood all over her face.

"My dick." I muttered in a bored tone, earning a gasp from the girls sending them into giggles again. Ugh, my ears are hurting here. 

"Pervert." She said teasingly and edged closer. I rolled my eyes and took out my iPod to listen to music. Mainly so that they'd get the message and back off. 

The annoying blonde settled next to me, uncomfortably close, and her little minions followed suit. Sighing I shuffled away which caused her to shuffle closer. 

"What do you want?" I groaned taking an earphone out and giving her a death glare. Clearly she missed the message.

"I was just saying hi." She smiled sweetly, sickly sweet. I almost gagged out loud.

"You've said hi, now you can fuck off." I said angrily. She was starting to play on my nerves.

"That's a bit mean." She pouted and the girls behind her put on their puppy eyes. 

"Save yourselves looking like idiots and stop making that stupid face." I said to them making them all snap out of it, then turned to the girl. "Sorry, I have to go."

Hurriedly, I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder before almost running away. Another great reason to move away, the girls are too clingy. I literally couldn't wait to get away. Most people considered me a geek at this school and I didn't really have that many friends. I guess being more musical than athletic has its draw backs.

Sighing I found myself subconsciously making my way to the music block and into the instrument closet  where I grabbed my guitar. I found a wave of sadness creeping over me as I walked out the closet and had to be careful no one was around when I sneaked into a music room.

I used to get teased continuously about playing guitar and singing, it apparently makes me 'gay' which is complete bullshit. How can you judge someone by their hobbies? Complete and utter horseshit.

After I got bullied for playing guitar I told everyone I had quit when in reality I hadn't. I kept my guitar at school in the closet and had to be wary in case someone saw me playing. People stopped picking on me for playing guitar so they labelled me a geek instead. I'm not even clever. Well, I'm average. I don't stand out very much and I'm not dumb either. 

Strumming the guitar I sung the lyrics to Man That Can't Be Moved by The Script. The music block was pretty much abandoned since everyone assumed music was for gays and shit. I just don't get it anymore. People don't seem to understand that I like being alone, independent. I don't need some clingy bitch whining constantly. Escaping this place couldn't be more refreshing. A fresh start somewhere new, somewhere better.

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I clapped my hands together, wiping off the dust that had gathered from collecting all the boxes. "There, all done." I panted. 

My dad just stood there with his arms crossed, nodding at me. For some reason it made total sense to make me do all the hard work like packing and unpacking because he's driving. I don't know what the fuck he's thinking but it's messed up. In what world does making your son carry heavy boxes in and out of the house while you just stand there make sense? 

The moving van guys thanked me for my help before driving off. Dad and I then got into the car and drove off. It was pretty dark already. Plugging my earphones in I rested my head back as the engine rumbled to life. Goodbye past, hello future.

Sometime during the journey I had fallen asleep and woken up when the car had hit a bump making my head make contact with the window. "Ow." I grumbled groggily and rubbed my forehead. That's probably going to bruise.

"Sorry, mate." My dad said. We had a very relaxed relationship despite the endless amounts of arguments we had. He was like my best mate in a way, he was a pretty cool dad to be honest.

"S'okay." I moaned and ripped the earphones out my ears. Yawning I stared out the window to be greeted with lights whizzing past and cars racing. I'd never been here before, it was a new experience and I liked it already. "Are we there yet?"

"You're eighteen not eight." My dad rolled his eyes playfully. "No, we're about halfway, depending on the traffic."

"Why would there be traffic at midnight." I yawned again. Waking up at four in the morning to pack was definitely taking it's toll.

"Google it." My dad said automatically. Google had literally become my new best friend. He never told me answers, he told me to google it. Sometimes I think it's because he doesn't know but either way, I google it.

"Whatever." I groaned and stared out the window and towards the night sky. The stars were dancing in the sky, all sparkly and shit. Immediately I began spotting constellations like Pisces and Aries. Call me a nerd, I don't care. I believe stars are angels that shine so bright you can see them on earth.

"Look, shooting star." My dad said in awe as he pointed to the sky. Following his gaze I noticed a small speck of white gliding across the night. He glanced sideways at me. "Make a wish then."

"You seriously believe in all hippy-dippy shit?" I laughed bitterly. "I'm eighteen not eight." I mimicked his voice making him chuckle.

"Well, I'm making a wish." He said defiantly and stayed silent for a few moments. I licked my chapped lips and stared at the star as it made it's way over our car. Eh, what harm could it do? It's not like it's going to come true.

I wish to find love. I know. Lame or what? Truth is, I've never been in love. I've loved and I've lost but I've been in love, head over heels, uncontrollably, giddy in love. There's a difference between loving and being in love. I love my dad but I'm not in love with him. Difference.

"I knew you'd make a wish." My dad teased. I just rolled my eyes and smacked him playfully.

"Shut up." I said but couldn't stop the smile from forming on my lips. This was a fresh start and I couldn't wait.

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This chapter's really short:/ ah well, they will get longer I just wanted to introduce the characters properly.

I promise they will get longer and more exciting, I know the story hasn't really taken off yet, but it will, just wait;)