All of my 5sos work

Blossomed

Quickly I walked around the corner, letting out a loud sigh as I put my earphones in, trying to block out the calls that I endured every minute of everyday for the past year. 

"Come on Y/n, give us a smile." 

"Keep back from the freak!"

"Bitch is a virgin anyway, who cares."

Reaching for the volume on my phone I turned it up louder, wanting to drown them all out entirely as I continued to make my way across campus. By now I've learnt not to let them see it get to me, nudging my glasses up my nose is something I've always done, it's sort of a reaction or instinct to do, that and it helps me focus on something else and not cry.

 It's all a blur now, how it began. Making friends is never the easiest thing to do, but it seemed even harder when I got to college. I considered myself lucky to have one or two close friends but everyone else seemed to instantly hate me and I am not exaggerating when I say that, it's obvious from the glares I get that burn onto my skin. 

As I past all of those calls I received pushes or shoves, something so immature you would think this sort of behaviour and attitude would've gotten left behind at highschool, but no. I remained silent as I whimpered internally as I knew the bruises that were already covering my skin would now get worse and those that were so close to healing would return to their blue state. 

Once I had made it to class I silently entered and sat down in the top of the hall near the exit. This is the same tactic I've always used, sit near the exit/entrance so you can leave as soon as it's over, plus no one notices you. As I got my laptop out of my bag I set it up and waited for the lecture to begin. Mutters of names past me as more students came in but I refused to acknowledge them, I was already in a different mindset ready to learn. 

"Quit it guys, she hasn't done anything wrong." My head quickly shot up as I saw a group pass me laughing, except one of them kept a straight face and hard brown eyes. Raising an eyebrow to him hoping he'd notice he turned back around and continued to walk further down the steps to sit in the middle of the hall, lowering my head I focused back onto my laptop, feeling stupid for even thinking I could get his attention. 

As the lecture went on and I continued to take notes on the odd occasion when I looked up I noticed the guy from earlier smiling at me. To begin with I thought he must be smiling at someone else, that I was just seeing things, but then I glanced around and no one was remotely surrounding me. Then I began to pay him more attention, looking at his tousled brown hair, those dark soft chocolate eyes that made my heart begin to melt away the hate that was wrapped tightly around it, blocking out the risk of catching emotions. How his smile remained light hearted without the amount of pain others had, or any dose of sympathy, his expression remained genuine as opposed to forced or fake. 

Once our lecturer began to wrap up the lecture I was already packing my things back into my bag and saving the notes I made proceeding to close my laptop and get into position to leave. As soon as he officially dismisses us I'm out the door and off back to my place for the day. I fiddle in my bag for my earphones which I connect to my phone but as I go to place my earphones in I hear someone calling my name. 

At first I ignore it, lots of people call my name so why should I pay attention to this one? Except as I kept hearing the one Australian accent it wasn't in offence, it wasn't a cat call or anything rude. He sounded enquiring, as opposed to prepping me for an insult like most of them do. Turning around I saw the guy from my class was walking at a fast pace to catch up to me, he wore a polite smile on his face and a glint in his eyes as he placed his hand on my shoulder in a friendly manner, something I haven't had in awhile.