Chapter 1
Bobby P.O.V.
I hate science. I don't even take notes anymore. I just sit here and zone out questioning my sexulity. I've been having lots of trouble with it and had to move schools because people thought I was gay. I hate being judged by the way I look. I was ripped out of my thoughts when the bell rang.Haylee and Afton slowly approach me.
"Hey Bobby!" they exclaimed in unison.
"Hey," I monotonely replied.
"Do you wanna come to the 5sos concert with us tonight?" Haylee asked.
"PLEASSSSSSSEEEEE!!!!!!!" Afton begged.
"Ok.... Fine" I agreed.
"Awesome! We'll pick you up at six," they replied.
Yay me..... I Bobby Nichols get to go to a 5sos concert. Maybe I can use this for my benefit......
I finally got home and quickly ran upstairs to my computer. I turned it on and began to type with a shaking hand. "www.dirtypleasure.org" I clicked the "write a post" button and started typing: "Looking for a big scary man to come and get me behind the theatre tonight at 9."
I took a deep breath and pressed enter. I've been struggling with this addiction for a long time. Ever since I lost my right arm in the accident. Besides I've been feeling kind of lonely lately.
It was soon 6 and time for the girls to come pick me up. I heard a loud honk and ran outside.
"Hey Bobby!' Afton exclaimed while Haylee pressed the gas.
"Guys, why did you even ask me to come?"
"Because we love you," Haylee said.
The rest of the ride was silent and as soon as we arrived at the theatre it was screaming girls galore. Just as we got to our seats in the front row, the concert started. Four boys walked out on stage and they were all cute, but one stood out to me. He had black and white hair and pale skin. He was exactly what I wanted in a guy. So, I nonchalantly asked Afton and Haylee who he was.
"Hey who is the guy with the lame skunk hair?" I scream questioned over the loud music.
"That's Michael Clifford," Afton replied.
"And his skunk hair is not lame," Haylee concluded.
Then a sudden realization came to mind. I almost forgot about my "kidnapping". Iooked nervously at my watch. It was 8:55 and the guitarist just strummed the last chord as the band thanked the crowd. I looked up and quickly ran through the crowd.
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