Like Moths to Flames

Him

"This is steven." Clarke smiles,

"Ello" he says a pommy accent, black hair, piercings

I stare at the ground and begin to feel sick.. I look at Clarke when I hear the back gate click,

"Oi Clarke." An unfamiliar voice comes around the corner and that's when it hit me.

"Jacob" Clarke and steven both embrace there familiar friend while I stand awkwardly. I leave the outdoor area before these people. No. Aliens attempt to communicate with me again. I sit on Keisha's bed as she applies make up and does her hair, my body sinks into it's usual depression making me sick and tired of breathing. I muster up the courage to leave to the shed, Mikayla and Jarrod will be here soon. I get up and open the door, pace down the hallway as the shadows dance. Just as I thought I avoided everyone possible he appeared.

"Hey I'm Jacob" he introduces himself.

"That's nice" I snarl. Red nikes, blue jeans.. And a Bali shirt.. With bulls and a cow on it joining for intercource. Good job.

"Want a hug?" He asks

"Why the fuck not"

He wraps his arms around my waist and I wrap mine around his shoulders, then I put my face on his shoulder, little did I know he was bleeding. Mere seconds later Rachel comes in and puts a band aid on Jacobs shoulder.

He smiles,

"Thanks mum"

He pushes his blond hair back and puts Head phones in.

"I have... Your aids on my face." He looks at me weirdly and laughs. I'de rather be dead then be here. I walk to the shed.