“Fuckin’ hell.” I muttered, bumping into yet another person. This whole ‘new school’ thing sucks already. I can’t seem to find my next class. This school is fucking huge! I just-
“Hey watch it!” I yell as someone knocks me over, causing all of my things to fly out of my hands.
“Fuck! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you okay?” the person replied in a Sheffield accent. Typical.
“I’m fine, just watch it, ‘kay?” My Newcastle accent stood out among the Sheffield chavs filing past.
“New here?” Sheffield asked.
“Yeah, moved in two days ago from Newcastle. Easy to tell?” I replied, standing up after retrieving my things from the floor. Sheffield was gorgeous. He had long, chocolate brown hair with big, deep, brown eyes that I swear could see into my soul. I could see a few tattoos peeking out of his jumper.
“Little bit.” he laughed as he put his hand on my back to steady me. “I’m Oliver by the way, but you can call me Oli. What’s your name, love?”
“I’m Brix, named after Brix Smith of The Fall. My parents were punk rockers back in the day.” I rambled on. He probably didn’t even know who The Fall were. Hell, I didn’t know.
“Punk rockers? That’s cool. I wish my parents were cool like that, but no. I get stuck with fucking Oliver. What a boring name. Brix, now that’s cool.”
“Yeah, they’re not so cool now. Or at least I think. Might be because they’re my parents though.”
“Oh, what class do you have next? I can help you find it.” Oli suggested.
“Oh, um, I have music next.”
“Sweet! That’s what I have. Come with me.” Oli replied as he grabbed my wrist.
“Fuck!” I gritted my teeth. I didn’t want news of my scars getting around my new school. I just got here for fucks sake.
“What is it?” Oli inquired as he raised my jumper sleeve.
“Oli, don’t!” I protested
“What the-?”
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That Little Kiss You Stole~
FanfictionSheffield is a new and scary place for Brix, but what will happen when she bumps into Oliver Sykes? Can she ever learn to love herself and someone else?
