Paper Planes • s.g + c.b

chapter one

Colby Brock was the kid no one bothered to care about. He was the loner, the weird, depressed 'emo' kid. He was invisible.

Sam Golbach was the popular kid, the happy go lucky, friends with everyone kid. His smile brightened up everyone's day, students worshipped the ground he walked on. Sam wasn't the douche of the school. That was the jocks and Brennen Taylor. 

Sam sat in back of all his classes so he could pinpoint which kids were having a tough day. Sam was the friendly kid, he helped who he could and saved some lives while he was at it.

The first day of tenth grade was the day someone caught Sam's attention. He'd never seen the brunet around but people talked about him sometimes, most words were smack and very little were something nice. But when he saw those piercing blue eyes that stood out against the black clothing the brunet wore, he was immediately intrigued. Sam needed to befriend him, he didn't know why yet but something about the brunet just. . . dragged him in.

"Cole Brock! You're late!" The teacher, Mrs. Taylors voice boomed.

"Yeah, and?" Colby took his seat in the middle row, next to the window.

"Delinquent." Mrs. Taylor muttered as she started the lesson, students barely batting an eye at the late entrance from Colby Brock.
Sam took it upon himself to find out what intrigued him.

He pulled out a white piece of construction paper from his blue binder and picked up his red mechanical pencil.

'Colby right? Wanna hang with me at lunch?' Sam folded the note into a paper airplane, a quite perfect one at that, and threw it at the brunets arm.

Colby doodled nonsense in his civics binder. He couldn't care less about what Brennen's mom was droning on about. Furthering his doodles he was hit in the arm with what appeared to be a paper airplane.

"The hell?" He mouthed to himself as he opened it and read the note. Colby swirled his head around to look for the paper airplane culprit. Finding no one looking at him, he rolled his eyes and sighed as he wrote down his reponse.

'Dear airplane boy, I don't do friends. So, no. I'm alone for a reason.'

Colby didn't understand why someone suddenly decided to take interest in his weird, depressing, antisocial life.

Folding the note back into a paper airplane, he left it there. Perfectly folded on his desk, practically saying 'open me, I mean something.'

The bell rang, the blonde boy running to the desk as quickly as he could and grabbed the perfectly folded paper plane.

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Rip this is gonna be a horrible story with slow updates lmfao