author note: this is the first chapter, which means that this will probably be the crappiest of them all. im sorry! don't hate me! anyway, this is necessary for you to understand what happens later and stuff, but yeah, it's kinda boring. heh. new chapter coming up soon though! thanks for reading
- Nomotional xxx
"Luka, time to get up from bed!" Maman cried from her bathroom at the other side of the wall. I groaned and sat up before glancing over at my phone on the night stand. 6:01AM. Shit. The bus would be here in 30 minutes, and I wasn't even up from bed!
I jumped out from the bed and grabbed a uniform from the closet. A uniform. Who the hell uses uniforms nowadays? I quickly walked into his bathroom and put the uniform on. Shit, I'd forgotten to take on new boxers. Well well. It's not like anyone would see them anyway, right?
I put some concealer on my spots and pimples - there's a lot of them, believe me. It's not like I wanted to look good for anyone, I didn't have a crush on anyone - oops, I just lied. I do. I am totally, hopelessly, totally in love with Christopher, the football jock at school. He hates me, all right. But the way he hates me is just so charming - I am weird, I know!
As I walked into the kitchen, my little sister Christine jumped up and down. She's hyper, as normal. "Salut, honey," My mother's French, and thus, both my sister and I speak French. It is a really boring language, and I can't write it. "Bon matin, what's for breakfast?" I ask hopefully and glance over at the counter top. There's nothing there. "I don't make breakfast for you, you know that. You're always so late out here, I always have to throw the food out again. If you didn't use so much time putting your make-up on in the morning," The last part is a mutter, but I can still hear it. I ignore her - as I am pretty used to her mumbling by now - and take a slice of loaf from the cupboard in my mouth, while picking up my school bag. The school bus is probably already here, it's always wayyyyyy too early. Urgh.
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When I arrive at school, I quickly rush over to Charlotte and Juliet - my friends. They know about me being gay, and Juliet even wanted me to find a boyfriend in school. I refused - ain't no way that gurl is walking up to a random boy to ask him out - for me. Nope, if I'm getting a boyfriend, I'll do it the hard way. "Heyyy baby, how's your weekend? I made out with Chase yesterday. It was AMAAAZING. You can expect being uncles and aunts in nine months' time," Charlotte winks and looks up from her phone, where she sees Chris. "Ohh, see who we have here. Luka's luuuuuver," she whispers the last word melodramatically, and I laugh nervously. "You wish," I said and laugh it off.
"Hey, what's up?" I suddenly hear a voice behind me and I jump. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Can we talk a bit more... privately?" The voice says and the guy walks in front of me. I've never seen him before - I guess he's new here. But why does he have to speak to me? I can't have managed to have offended him in 5 minutes, right? "Eh, sure, why not," I say and follow him around the corner of the open lobby.
"So, I've seen you around a lot. Well, to be quite honest, I've watched you for some time," he burst out when we get by ourselves. I stare at him. 'Watched me for some time'? Oh my God, what a stalker. But I can't say it doesn't charm me a bit, though. I blush, and he notices it. "So, I wanted to say you something. You seem nice - can I have you?" he asks excitedly. 'Have me'? What is that supposed to mean? "I'm not an object, I can't be given away," I say with a humourous tone, but also with a slight sharpness. "And what do you mean, anyway?" I add. He walks closer to me, and I start noticing how his brown eyes are sparkling like thousands of stars in the nightsky. Wait, what? A stalker asks me out - I think - and here I stand, describing his eyes? Gosh, I need a life.
"Yeah, you know... Don't you wanna be my boyfriend?" he asks with no embarrassement in his voice. I look up, surprised. Say what, dude-I've-never-met-before-but-who-has-been-stalking-me-for-some-time? "Ehhhhh," I say and think. I've never had a boyfriend before - or a girlfriend, for that sake. But I probably shouldn't say yes to the first boy that comes up, right? Especially not if he's as creepy as this guy. So I decide to put all in one card. "Oh, I'm sorry, but I like someone else," I say quickly before going back to Charlotte and Juliet. They look amused at my blushing cheeks. I send them a glare, and follow them upstairs for Chinese. God, I hate Chinese.
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When I come home, Mum's not there. Hm, how weird. Well well, she's probably out with "ses chèris" again. The crazy women with snobby accents in French and awkward accents in English. It mostly sounds like a cat puking when they try. "Maman, are you home? No? I guess not then." I walk into my room, and put down my schoolbag. I hear a weird, popping sound, and turn around. I yelp at what I see. It is an angel.
author's note: NO IT IS NOT REALLY AN ANGEL OK BUT IT LOOKS LIKE IT. IM JUST SAYING THIS TO AVOID CONFUSION, IM NOT WRITING A STORY WHERE GOD WILL GIVE LUKA A NICE, CARING HUSBAND. thanks for reading this crappy chapter, and I'll update soooon, guys. Next time, it'll be a bit more... eh, not action, but more things happening. SO SEE YA LATER, MAH CRAZY BANANAS.
