The Bad Boy Likes Me? [BxB]

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7 years ago I met a boy with black hair and light green eyes. I was only nine at the time so I didn't think much of it, but when the boy who was only a little taller than me looked me directly in the eye and I was mesmerized by the beauty he held. The boy was probably the reason I am how I am today. When he looked at me I felt something inside my heart. Even if I had known what it was, it probably wouldn't make a single difference. Things ended up this way for a reason, just wish I knew it.

 In old time, society was based on riches and looks. Not much has changed unfortunately. Except the rich are poor of heart and the beautiful are ugly inside. I wouldn't even classify myself because of the uncertainty I call my life. Four years ago my mother and father had a disagreement about something in which they never told me. The decided to go their separate ways but forgot me in the middle.

 I will never understand what it was I did that made them not want me anymore. We were a happy family, I had lots of friends and got perfect grades. I was never bullied and the school literally loved me. What ever happened must have been bad.Very bad. Whats done is done and now is now. Ive learned to go with the flow. I guess the only thing im sure of is that im a realist. I see things how they are because its just easier.

 I have lived with my aunt for about 6 months now and started school a couple weeks ago. I dont make friends because of the lack of human interaction I had for a couple years.People tried to talk to me but I struggled to keep a sane conversation resulting in my first ever nickname.

Finn The Freak.

 I handed the essay to the teacher whose name I can never seem to remember. I have issues with names but I dont really care because I never need to ask questions. Im not a genius but I focus in school because its just all around easier. For some reason in this society getting you work done on time makes you a geek. Well this geek will be making tons of money a year while your struggling to feed your twelve babies with the small checks you'll have working at 7'11.

 I cant remember names but I can remember every single term the art teacher teaches us about. I love art so very much and I hope to make money drawing for people and stuff. My next class is art and its of course my favorite except the people in there talk a lot and never focus but she likes me cause I listen.

 The bell echos throughout the entire high-school I initiating a stampede of teens heading to their next class. I made my way out quickly trying to beat the rush but I never can. I push my way as best I can but of course with my luck something would go wrong. Someone shoved me on the ground and when I looked up no one was directly looking at me so it was probably an accident.

 I go to grab my backpack but its kicked away by kid clearly in a rush. I sigh in frustration and I try to make my way over to it. It was almost impossible to get it but luckily the crowd was slowly dyeing out and I made my way over to my backpack. Everything was spilled out and I was so overly frustrated and was so done. I just sat down,pulled my knees up to my chest,and watched my stuff be spread around.Eventually the last bell rung and I could finally gather my stuff and I did.

 I grabbed everything except my pencil that had rolled pretty damn far.I made my way over to pick it up but noticed a crack in it. It was broken.

 "Are you kidding me" I said out loud to no one. "I hate people" I said picking it up and throwing in the trash. I started making my way to class when I heard some talking and looked up to see three very hot guys talking in the hall way. I decided not to make any sort of appearance in their lifes. All I had to do was walk past to my class.

 I started to make my way down the hall that seemed endless. They didnt seem to notice me and I intended to keep it that way. I was now passing them and it seemed successful until a hand slammed onto the wall blocking my path. I look at the owner of the hand with fear so obvious. I know im playing into there hands but I was really scared of this guy.

 "Ditching are we?" the guy asked me getting closer. I backed into the wall and looked down. "Not gonna answer." he said sickly sweet. "I-i dont ditch" I said very quietly. I still refused to meet the eyes of any of the guys. "whats your name" This time another one spoke. Curiosity beat intelligence and I looked up. The first guy who spoke had blonder hair and brown eyes. The second one hand light brown hair and hazel eyes.

 "My name is Finn" I said quietly looking at the floor and back. "Leave him alone guys" this was a very different voice. I could tell him apart from any human on the entire planet and not because of his dark green eyes and black hair but the shear beauty and dominance I felt off him. Im glad were not dating cause this boy could own me like a slave.

 "Can't you tell he's fuckin scared." he said calmly making his way over tome. I felt weak under his stare "Get lost loser" he said to me and I obliged slowly. I was still scared he would hurt me. I didn't run I just walked away. As I said "I hate people" I said out loud as I left the school and began the walk home. Im not really in the mood anymore. One more little thing to know about me which was proabs super obvious but..

 Guess who's straight! Not me.