'Unwell' || m.c. {a.u.}

Chapter One - You will see

I sat over my maths coursework trying to figure out the numbers and letters there. Polynomials. Ugh, what the hell were polynomials again? I didn't know. On top of that, I was being distracted by Kyle. He was the most attractive guy in our year and he would always sit around maths class talking to his friends and making jokes, Currently, they were talking about weekend plans. I could just imagine him turning around and going...

"Hey, Clara, are you doing anything Saturday night?" then he'd blushed and smirk and ask. "Can you come to the Moonlight Diner with me?"

He'd stare at me with his dreamy eyes and look down nervously then back up at me. He'd run his hand through his hair and smile.

I snapped out of it when a paper ball hit me in the face. I was dazed considering I had my glasses on. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes.

"Hey, Loser! Don't just stare at me like that, Loser. Answer me." Kyle said smirking and shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes.

I sighed looking down at my polynomials then back at him. I might as well be honest.

"Nothing, really. Just going down to the Moonlight Diner." I said shrugging.

"Don't you have anything better to do than go to a stupid diner and watch people and eat, fatass. Fucking creepy." Allie, the brunette sitting next to him said.

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I looked down. I never went to the diner to eat. I went because it was private and sort of quiet and he was there...

"What about you, loser?" I heard Kyle say.

I looked up to see who Kyle was talking to. It was him. The boy that I always went to the diner to see. As much as I liked Kyle, I hated the way he treated me. I started going to the diner in Year Eight when he pushed me in the mud in front of the entire year and so I ran from school grounds. The only place I could find was the diner. The Moonlight Diner, the blue neon sign boasted. He was working there. He had blonde hair back then and he wore guyliner. Well, he still does. I'm not even sure that he remembers it but he brought me a cup of hot chocolate and asked me if I was alright. He didn't seem to care very much considering he didn't show any emotion and I know he was just being nice but it meant a lot to me. After that, I would always go to the diner. Just to see him. The boy who was nice to me because he meant something to me and it was the only time I could see him. This year though, he was in a few of my classes. This one included but I'd never heard him speak. He was always writing something, or drawing but never speaking.

"Why does it matter?" I heard his voice for the first time in two years.

"What was that, loser?" Kyle spoke as if it were a threat.

"I said, why does it matter? I mean even if I tell you I'm going to a concert, you'll still call me loser, right? Anyways, can't you use different insults for the two of us." he was referring to me. "Loser is the oldest thing in the book but if it truly interests you, I'll be working."

He emphasized the word you while looking at me. Did he remember me? I watched in awe as he gathered up his books and his notebook and walked up to the front of the classroom asking Mrs. Watson, our maths teacher, to leave. He walked out the door, meanwhile, Mrs. Watson rushed us to finish our coursework. Everyone sitting in the area eyed me oddly and I knew they noticed the way Michael Clifford had looked at me and the way he spoke. I looked out the classroom window as I saw a head of black hair cross the campus. When I had met him the first time, he was blonde but the dark hair was cute on him. I liked it.

The bell rang after about fifteen minutes and that was when I noticed it.? Michael's notebook on the ground. The one he was always scribbling in. I picked it up knowing I shouldn't have opened it but as I walked down the halls I did anyways. The thing on the first page was a poem, it was called Two Years. Two years? What was two years ago? I checked the date on my phone. It didn't seem important. Then, since I didn't want to intrude on his thoughts I closed the book without reading the poem and walked off of campus.