Let Me Stay With You

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Hey everyone, it's my first time writing a book like this. I hope everyone will like it. Please vote and comment ^^

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Andrew's POV

   Bump! The sound of my locker and my body collides rang through the hallway. Ugh. Another typical day. James and his best friend, Ethan laughed as they walked away. Bastards. I fixed my bag and punch in my lock combination. One day, I will show them who I am. Not now though. I need to stay low.

   "Are you okay?" someone asked from behind. I turned around and saw Milo. He's the school gangster who wears like an emo.

   "Fine," I mumble and quickly take my book out before walking away. A hand shot out and grab me before I could walk any further. I silently pray before turning back to face Milo. He might look kind of skinny but he's pretty damn strong. Even James is afraid of him.

   "What?" I asked shakily. Milo never hit anyone before but I can't get my hopes up. Someone might pissed him and he needs a punching back a.k.a me. He looked frustrated. He glared around the empty hallway before dragging me into an empty classroom. He locked the door and face me. Dear god, help me. I'm going to die.

Milo's POV

   Damn it! Why me? I never cause trouble inside school though. The why? I looked at the boy in front of me. He looks scared. Huh.

   "W-what do you want with me?" he asked. His brown eyes darted around the classroom. Why is he so scared?

   "Look, why are you so scared?" I blurted out. He eyes snapped to me. They were big like a terrified animal.

   "Aren't you going to hit me?" he asked timidly. What? What is he talking about?

   "What gives you that idea?" I asked. His forehead crinkled in confusion.

   "I-I... mean," he stuttered. I cocked my eyebrow as he struggled for word. He suddenly stopped and motion his hand to his body. This kid is strange. I let out a sigh and combed my blue hair. His eyes trailed after my hand.

   "Um," he said. I stopped halfway and look at him. Why is he staring at me like that?

   "What?" I asked as my hand fell awkwardly to my side. His eyes remained glued to my hair.

   "Your hair," he said with awe. This kid is definitely strange.

   "It's pretty," he continued. I could feel my face heat up. No one ever complimented my hair before. I'm glad he did. Wait a minute. Pretty? My jaw twitched with irritation. How dare he. This motherfucker.

   "Whatever, look, I have something to tell you," I said. He didn't take off his eyes from my hair though but I just let it slide. I want to get this over with.

   "Mr. Zachary wants you to join my team," I said quickly. I was about to walk away when my shirt was yanked from behind. Okay, this lil shit is done for. I turned around and glared at him. He looks scared but stand his ground.

   "What team?" he asked. I almost fell from his ridiculousness. Is he joking me right now? What was he doing in class when the announcement came? Sleeping? Maybe.

   "My team. The one that is going to perform at the school meetings from now on? Didn't you hear the announcement earlier?" I explained. His eyes grew big as he sputtered out words. I rolled my eyes and left the classroom. Now, the next member. This is going to be a long day. Why me?