The pretty boy with funny eyes || joshler

Lust.

"Class, who was the 16th president?" Mr. Way asked with a tone that read 'these little shits don't give a fuck do they?'

"THOMAS JEFFERSON!" Brendon shouted 2 seconds after the words had even left the teacher's mouth.

"Abraham Lincoln." Said the class in a dull unison. Well, not the whole class... While Brendon was throwing a fit for getting the question wrong, with a couple of 'this is bullshit' s thrown in there, Tyler sat perfectly still and silent. Of corse he knew the answer, but he was more focused on what happened to him on the way to school.

Sure, he has felt 'presents' coming before, but this, this was different. This was intense.

"Mr. Joseph?." Mr. Way's voice snapped Tyler out of his own head.
There were snickers throughout the class room.

"Oh, s-sorry Mr. Way." Tyler replied wanting nothing more than to crawl into a ball and collect his thoughts.

The teacher continued on with his lesson while Brendon had finally accepted that maybe his knowledge of presidents were not so accurate. He was now worried about Tyler.

"Hey man, are you going to be okay?"
Tyler only nodded keeping his eyes focused on something in the distance, but all there was, was a blank white wall.

The brunette was about to just push this whole situation out of his head and listen to the history of old men running a nation, when it happened.

The boy felt his spine quiver, time stood still, and his senses were overwhelmed. Goosebumps ran up and down his body. He let out a gasp and put his hand over his mouth. He could not contain himself. His eyes were wide and hands, shaking. His breathing became faster, and faster, and faster.

Tyler wanted to 'say can I be excused' but he could not udder a word.

He ran out of the class room with no warning, accidentally knocking his chair to the floor, not going back to pick it up. His legs were barely holding him as he closed the door.
He rested his head against the wall, panting. Trying to get himself under control.

"Tyler, what is going on with you?"  Brendon asked, concern in his eyes and a furrowed brow.

"I-I don't kn-know. I just got h-hit with this force, a-a-and... I just don't know."

Tyler felt somebody watching them. He raised his eyes and saw nobody. Just an empty dark hallway.

When all of a sudden, he felt as though he had to walk, as if it was involuntary.  His feet, though still numb, moved. The toes of his shoes scraping against the ground as walked. His steps were careless and sloppy, almost like a zombie.

"Tyler? You're scaring me. Where are you going?"

"I feel something, I don't know what. But I need to know what it is."

He felt the compulsion to move grow even stronger as he got closer.

Tyler was now running, Brendon close behind. He could feel his heart in his ears, he could feel the blood in his body pulsating.

He finally came to the double lunch room doors and pushed them open, almost tripping over himself. He  looked up to see a man sitting on one of the tables, one leg on the surface of the table close to his body, the other, dangling. He wore a beaten up t-shirt, leather pants, combat boots, and a SnapBack, all in black. His cotton candy hair seemed so contradictory to the rest of his style but still seemed fitting.

The stranger lifted up his head, looked at Tyler up and down. He bit his lip and smirked, saying the 4 words that would change Tyler's life forever, in a tone dripping with dominance.

"Well hello there, gorgeous."

So that happened... sorry for the short chapter, I'm gonna write a regular sized one tomorrow that I think you guys will really like. It's 3 in the morning I'm going to go to bed. Byeee~ty