This story is going to need a few chapters, because it's really long, (that's what she said, I'm sorRy) part two tomorrow?
Also this is a vampire AU, should I do more sci-fi/fantasy AU's??
(Y/N) = your name
(Y/F/S) = your favourite show/TV series
(Y/F/C) = your favourite colour
(Y/F/A) = your favourite artist (music)
• Your POV •
He came without warning. Or any gossiping of his enter. Though nobody cared, because he wasn't your typical high school boy. He was skinny, had fluffy hair, and never spoke to anyone.
In fact he almost always stood alone. He came in late October, and was never seen in public. Everyone thought he was strange, and never spoke to him because his cheeks where sunken in, so you could practically see his bones, and his eyes where certainly something to stare at. Some said they where red or orange like a flame, others said they where dark as night.
To me, he was the most stunning person I'd ever seen, and his name was Finn wolfhard.
One day I noticed him sitting alone, yet again in a shady room on the bottom floor of the three story school, because he hated the light. He'd often tell somebody to close the shades if he was forced to sit by a window, if not, he'd always sit in the back of the class room.
I walked in, filled with hesitation, as I counted each step I took, my boots tapping the tile floor. I slowly sat in the desk in front of him.
"Hello." Cautiously, I finally said after a moment of complete silence.
The tall boy twitched, as his eyes seemed to turn dark. "What can I help you with?" He sounded disgusted, and wouldn't look me in the eyes, spying down at his open and empty notebook, tapping his navy blue pencil.
"Nothing, I just thought you could use somebody to talk to... sorry to bother you." I got up and start walking away, feeling bad, when he grabbed my hand.
I turned around astonished, his fingers where ice cold. "I didn't mean to upset you- I'm just.. sort of.. busy. Come back some other time." He rambled on, then let go.
...
I didn't know if he had pitied me for being rude, but I didn't bother going back that the next day.
He wasn't even at school to taunt me, to my surprise. In fact, he wasn't there for the next week.
On Monday he came back, I realised we had the same class together, social studies (history).
I trotted into the white painted room, when I began to search for a free seat.
My friends had gone on a study trip for school, so I was there alone. Apart from the other students in my class that I barely spoke to.
I plopped down in the front of the class, where there where four rows of desks, and each second row where pushed together to make 'double desks', so there where now two rows made up of two each.
I'd been waiting for the professor to begin the lesson, when Finn stood in the doorway, his book bag hung over his shoulder.
