Thus with a kiss.

chapter 1.

 I walked slowly to my last English class of the week. ‘Thank Christ’ its Friday I thought to myself. I couldn’t stand having to be around so many people in such a small space. My school was like any other, it has its groups; the jocks, the popular bitchs and then everyone else was pretty irrelevant. I was okay with not being popular, I mean I preferred to be in my own company anyway. I mostly ept to myself, the only person I had every really got close to was Skylar Jacobs, she had been my best friend since I could remember. I mean I had ‘friends’ but Skylar was different, she gets me.

Skylar was definitely more popular than me, I mean she was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair that fell so effortlessly over her left shoulder, quiet grey eyes with hints of blue hidden in them but a loud smile that could light up a room. She was tall and had sallow skin. She’s definitely a sharp contrast to myself with her loud and outgoing personality. Obviously her good looks got her one of the hottest boys in school, Ashton. He’s pretty cool, I mean he has that whole ‘I think I’m way more punk rock than I actually am’ look but there was no denying the fact that he was extremely attractive. Plus he seemed to be really into Skylar, even with her stubbornness. I was happy that she was happy, I just wish she wouldn’t give me such a hard time about boys and not having a boyfriend. I never really cared about having a boyfriend, I mean I’ve had a few but they were never serious.

My thoughts were cloudy as I drifted into English. I sat in my seat in the middle of the small room and waited for the teacher to arrive. She walked in, in a knee length blue dress covered in flowers of many different shades. Her shoes had a slight heel but nothing major. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a neat bun and a somewhat fake smile was painted onto her face. I liked Ms. Clark a lot. She was relatively young and you could tell she enjoyed her job, she made English my favourite subject of the week. Although today I wasn’t interested as I knew we were starting Romeo and Juliet. Shakespeare was mad if you ask me, I found the concept of taking your own life for love stupid, I mean it’s highly unrealistic.

Half way through English miss asked a question but no one seemed interested enough to answer. During the silence I could practically hear the stupidity of some of my class mates. A male voice pulled me out of my trance. A voice I hadn’t heard before. I turned around to see the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes gazing at me. I couldn’t seem to break from his stare. My eyes travelled the rest of his face for a few moments.

His round, button nose was placed thoughtfully in the centre of his face complementing the rest of his facial features perfectly. His mouth seemed small but his lips were full. When he smiled his deep grin took up most of his face while showing off his captivatingly perfect, white teeth. His dark brown, almost black hair fell over his forehead in messy waves and soft, light curls, framing his well-structured face amazingly.

In the middle of my trance I began to hear his words. Of course he was talking about Romeo and Juliet but I was focused on the sweet tone of his voice.

“I think the idea of losing your life for love is the most romantic gesture possible. The fact that two people could be so infatuated with each other that they cared more about them than their own life is incredibly heroic. To give so much of yourself to somebody else is more than brave. The possibility of being broken into a million pieces within seconds if anything were to happen to the other could have filled there days with fear but instead they went on day by day secretly loving each other more than one could ever imagine possible.”

He paused for a moment before his lips parted and he began to speak again. “Theirs was the most epic love story of all,” in these last few words his voice held more passion than I had ever heard in anyone’s. I hadn’t removed my eyes from him once.

No one else had really been paying attention other than me. Once he had finished talking I shot him a glare that I didn’t even know the emotion or meaning of. My eyes were partly questioning his deep answer and how ridiculous it was but in the back of my mind I found myself wanting to listen to the voice of this boy for hours, his voice seemed somewhat poetic.

I shook away these thoughts and turned back to the front of the room after he had sent me a smile that for some reason gave a million and one butterflies, not just in my stomach but all over my body.

The look on Miss Clarks face showed that she was extremely impressed by his answer and possibly a little touched by his choice of words. “Thank you Calum,” She praised him.

I turned around to look at him once more only to find his eyes softly staring into the back of me. He was looking at me so deeply I began to think he was trying to look inside of me, through me.

I turned back around in my seat and smiled for a moment.

My walk home that day seemed longer but more enjoyable, I ran Calums words through my mind over and over again. How could he possibly Romeo and Juliet were heroic?

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