Don't fear it //Jim Moriarty//

[01]

Your Point Of View

You were starting at a new school. Scared was an understatement about how you were feeling. You had nothing to worry about, you were pretty, smart, funny, and had a great personality. You knew people would like you, but what if they didn't. Anxiety was a bitch to live with.

"This is Y/N. She's joining our class, so be nice." Your new form tutor said. He turned to you. "If you behave, I have no issue. Go and sit next to..."

He looked around the room for a minute, his eyes settling on a short boy at the back. "Sit next to James." People started to whisper. Mainly things like 'She's so pretty. Why didn't she ask to sit somewhere else? Why with him?'

It's not like you chose to sit there. But you were just going to try to make the best of it. Plus, you didn't understand the issue. He was just a kid in your class. Maybe people didn't like him. Maybe he was a psychopath. You didn't know, but you wanted to find out.

"Hey. I'm Y/N." You smiled, feeling so awkward but not letting it show.

"Don't talk to me." He snapped.

"Okay. Sorry. I was just..." You mumbled, your feelings hurt.

"No you don't get it. If you're friends with me, everyone will hate you. Honestly, go and be popular and happy. Don't waste your time on me. It's for your own good." He said, looking away from you.

"Why do people hate you?" You asked, curiousity getting to you. He never actually said people hated him, but it was obvious. You didn't see why, but then again you didn't really know him.

"Because they do. I'm different. That's enough reason. And I haven't done the best of things." He shrugged, his Irish accent passing through his lips.

"Well you seem a lot better than all of them." You countered. He gave you a small smile and turned to you, putting his hand out for you to shake.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi." He smiled at you shook his hand. The people who were watching you started to whisper again. You didn't care, for some reason. You'd rather be friends with Jim than them. They all seemed like arrogant wankers anyway.

You smiled at him, deciding you weren't going to take any shit at this new school. If anyone said anything to you, or Jim, you weren't going to walk on quietly. You'd make it known that you were his friend, and you'd stick up for him. He checked your timetable and found out you had the same classes.

As soon as you stepped out of the classroom, a boy you recognised from tutor turned around and punched him right in the face. Was whatever he did really that bad? Jim laughed in his face. You didn't understand. That punch had so much power and force behind it, and it looked like it hurt loads. How did he not feel it?

"Wanker!" You shouted at the boy, who you'd later found out was named Aaron. He walked away without saying anything, so you turned to Jim. "How did that not hurt? Did you not feel it?"

"You always feel the pain. You just don't have to fear it."

You paused for s second before saying. "Well how did you not act on it? If that was me, I'd either be really mad or trying to stop the pain."

"It doesn't bother me." He said.

"It bothers me though. What have you possibly done to deserve that?"

"It doesn't matter."

You decided to leave it, and go and sit in your first lesson. It was English, the most boring lesson, but luckily you had Jim to keep you company. He seemed like he had a don't give a fuck attitude, but surprisingly he did his work, and half of yours when you got confused. He was smart, something you didn't really expect. The lesson was shit, and Aaron was a wanker. He kept staring at you.