I See Love In Your Eyes.

Encounter.

Ian looked up from his place on the ground to see three boys not much older than him zoom past. Eyes bluer than the ocean caught his. His breath caught in his throat as the older boy stopped for a second and smiled before running off as a cop car turned the corner.

He watched as the boys rounded the curb and disappeared. The cop car sped past him and skidded around the corner with a noise he could only describe as nails on a chalk board.

Standing up and dusting his pants off he caught his breath. He had just had an encounter with the infamous Milkovich brothers.

Arriving at school he caught site of his brother Lip standing against his locker. A worried look plastered his face.

"Ian what did you do?" Lip grabbed him.

"I didn't do shit. What do you mean?" Ian pulled out of his brothers grip and opened his locker pulling out his books for class.

"A Milkovich is looking for you. You must have done something. They don't go looking for someone that hasn't wronged them." Lip shook his head and placed a hand on his brothers shoulder.

"I didn't do shit. They pushed past me this morning knocking me to the ground. If anyone should be looking for anyone it's me." Ian was annoyed and closed the locker pushing past his brother.

"You don't go looking for a Milkovich unless you wanna die. They probably just wanna know if you saw anything. They had to be running for a reason." Lip laughed and followed Ian through the halls to their homeroom.

"There was a cop after them. Probably robbed some place. Didn't see shit from the ground. Fuck, three of them knocking into you hurts."

Settling into the desk, Ian peered out the window lost in the thought of the one with the most intense pair of eyes he had ever seen. His stomach fluttered. Shifting in his seat he heard his name being called and raised his hand wordlessly. The bell tolled above and he stood.

"Meet you at the locker after school. Gonna walk home with you just in-case." Lip patted him on the back and walked off to one of his advanced classes on the good side of the school.

Wondering through the halls he was close to his first period when a hand grabbed him and pulled him into an empty room. Spinning around he was face to face with the blue eyed Milkovich. A smirk was plastered on the boys face.

Silence filled the air and Ian had a second to actually look at the boy. Dirt covered his hands and face, black thick hair and the poutiest lips he had ever seen graced his face. He was short, but not so much so that it was weird. He had tattered clothes and tattoos across his knuckles. Ian's stomach fluttered. This boy was attractive.

"Did you fucking see anything red?"

Ian shook his head and set down on a desk, dropped his bag in the chair. Looking at the boy.

"Didn't see jack shit from the ground asshole. Thanks by the way. The ground is oh so comfortable in the morning. Exactly what I wanted." Ian spat, not wanting it to come out as harsh as it did. He couldn't help it though.

"You got a fucking mouth on you. Guess you don't know who I am. I'm Mickey Milkovich and you better shut that mouth of yours before I knock your teeth out." Mickey inched closer to Ian who stood up in response.

"You can try." Ian was feeling cocky and it showed with the smirk that graced his pale, freckled face.

"You're cocky." Mickey smirked and stepped away from the red head.

"I'm a lot of things." Ian turned his back of the boy to pick up his bag from the desk.

Mickey didn't say anything. Just watched.

"I gotta get to class. If you got anymore questions you know where to find me Mickey Milkovich." Ian opened the door and stepped out into the empty halls. As he walked away he heard four words that made his stomach flip.

"See you around Gallagher. "

Writer Note:
Part one of six. The whole story has been written already. It's been a while since I've written. So be nice. :) ❤