Solby One Shots ✔

52.My little pastel prince #2

Colby had spent the entirety of lesson change over trying to find Sam. He doesn't care about his reputation Sam needs him, maybe he just doesn't know it yet. He gathered he would just skip lesson and try to find him but ten minutes into his search his head of year found him and he was forced to go to his lesson with a teacher that he hates.

Luckily though he sits at the back so he can just stare out the window and think of another plan to find Sam. This is important.

Colby walked into Geography muttered and apology to his teacher and then took his seat at the back of the room, he tried to concentrate a little bit to his teacher out of respect, because even though he had a 'bad boy' exterior he has always been and will always be a polite person with a respect for authority, but all he could think about was Sam. His mind was buzzing, he couldn't concentrate on anything, he was feeling sick with worry, he rubbed his eyes until he could see stars. It was all becoming too much.

He decided he needed to calm down a bit so he opted to stare out the window. He knew the view from that window like the back of his hand from the rolling hills to the west and the buzzing city to the east to the children in the primary school next door having their mid-day break and the boy sat crying in the field, 'wait' Colby's train of thought crashed.

'What' Colby thought to himself sitting up a little bit straighter to get a better look at the figure in the field. The figure in the field who had a pastel jumper and what looked like flowers in his hair, three guesses who it was. Colby got up and left, he had to, yes he has respect for teachers but its another thing when Sam comes into play. He ran down three flights of stairs and bolted it to the opposite side of the school and into the Sport B-tec department.

He ran to the back door but it was locked, of course it was locked he always wanted to be alone, but he couldn't just leave him out there this time. He ran back to the sports hall, he didn't care who's class he was interrupting he needed to find Miss Jackson, the one person Sam trusts with the world.

Turns out he walked in on a year seven games lesson all in awe at the boy with dark clothes, tattoos and piercings, but he didn't care.

"Miss I really need to talk to you" he whispered quickly ensuring that no one was really listening.

"What is it Colby?"her voice stern but still in a hush tone.

"I need the spare field key" he whispered with a sense of urgency.

"No" she declared not giving Colby the time of day.

"Miss please"he pleaded desperation rising along with the sickening feeling in his stomach.

"I said no Colby"she hissed at him.

"look I don't know why you happen to hate me but-" Colby started but he was cut off half way through his sentence.

"Are you joking, you stood there and watched people beat him within an inch of his life, you left him when he needed you most feeling broken and worthless, you near killed him, you made him cry more times than I can count, you left and I cared for him and you don't even think you've done anything wrong and you want the sympathy vote ha you must be joking" her words were like daggers piercing Colby's heart with every syllable.

"yeah maybe I near killed him, but you give me that key and I get my one chance to save his fucking life"he argued his voice dripping with emotion not a care in the world that he just swore at a teacher.

"what?" her expression had completely switched her voice laced with worry.

"give me that key and I get to keep the single most important person in my life, give me that key you get to keep your favourite student... Please " he was back to pleading a minute away from getting on his knees in front of all of these year sevens and begging.