I call it a myth. (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

I've put Brick by Boring Brick on the side. Please comment and vote!

2.

24 hours until my birthday which means... It's Ty's birthday. Right. Must make sure I have iPod... I slowly walked out of my house and mentally prepared myself for the headache about to come. Unless I time this perfectly.

iPod on full. Favourite song on pause. Earphone in. Hair covering earphones. Rest of school stuff. Hand on doorknob. Open door and...

"IT'S MY BI- She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find." If you were wondering, I cut him off with the song. I tilted my head as his mouth moved strangely. He stopped and I paused the song cautiously.

"You replaced me with Hayley Williams?"

"Yes."

"Paramore. Good band. Which one wait, let me guess. Brick by Boring Brick?"

"Yes."

"Brick by boring brick. Good choice. At least you had the decency not to drown me out with Fountains of Wayne."

"Hey! Stacy's mom is a good song. It's alright. Come on. The lyrics are a bit strange I give you that but it's mainstream. Anyway. 17. You're there!"

"There where?"

"Car age."

"Hi five man." Ry jogged up to us with his hand up. Then he stood awkwardly while no one did anything. Then he moved his hand into Ty's face. "Hey, I didn't hit you. I just high fived your face."

"True." Ty did it back. And so on, so I put the music back on and walked off. When I got to school, and we found a short cut so 60 minutes became 20 if you were wondering, I decided to call Ry.

"Where are you two?"

"Outside your house with y-. Where are you and why didn't you tell us? Now we're late! God."

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"Okay we get it."

"Totally worth it." I hung up and walked up to Zoe, a huge crowd soon surrounding us. All of them asking where my brothers were. I sighed and pointed to their car. Then watched the swarm. Then tried to ignore the daggers sent my way. God they can do death glares. I quickly took my phone out.

Comes with the label x

I saw then put their heads down to read the texts. Then the little group turned as one to shoot me death glares for having their numbers. Then they looked back at me and shook their heads. So I walked off. Typical.

We had a whole assembly on the love line today. It's actually quite interesting, they've made it really realistic. But it goes against science. It can't happen. Let's face it. But no one will listen when I say it's a myth. Girls say it's cute to have two people joined by fate. Boys say it would be awesome to have a black mark covering your arm. You know what I think.

Ugh.

It's frustrating.

I made my way to history with Ry and Ty knowing that this lesson would be just on the project. Why did I drop geography? Why? Anyway, I'll just join Ty and Ry when we have to say our partners or whatever. I put my bag on the floor and took my seat at the front.

"Right, who doesn't have someone to work with on their project?" The teacher, a man who must only be 24 25, leaned on the desk. I looked at him and glanced round the class before slowly raising my arm so it was parallel to the desk. He raised his eyebrows at me as an eruption of noise stirred from all the girls.

Why do they want to be with m-. Oh, so they can do the project at my house with Callum and Kyle dancing about the place. Makes sense. I looked over to Ry watching him confirm that I would go with him.

I felt relieved and opened my mouth, starting to say I would go in a three with them as another boy raised his arm like mine was. "I've not got one. Skye's with me." I turned to the voice and looked at his expression. Sure enough, as monotonous as his voice.

He had jet black hair sweeping across his forehead, shielding the bright blue iris of his left eye from the elements. Even though he was slumped in his chair you could tell he wasn't the lazy type. He didn't sit in front of the tele on weekends. Let's be honest, he was hot. And everyone knew it. But no one would dare touch him, that wasn't his character. That wasn't what he stood for.

His gaze met mine and emotion crossed his features. Which ones I couldn't tell, but they were there. He quickly turned to look out the window, sketched in his book. He had a reputation. One he couldn't change. He was mysterious, unreadable. And I liked it.

Zoe nudged me and only then did I realise I was staring. I coughed quietly and looked down to my book, hiding my blush. "I just realised. The three best friends Ry, Ty and Skye. Man, I don't know if that's good or not." I chuckled lightly and watched as people started to shuffle around the classroom.

I looked back to the corner of the classroom and, after realising her wasn't going to move, gathered my file and books into my arm and went to the empty desk next to him.

"You know my name."

"Look. Even you know I'm not that ugly. Girls know they can't get to me but they try anyway. It's the same for everyone like that. There is not one person in the school who doesn't know about the Hart brothers. It's been mentioned that they have a sister, Skye Hart. You were lucky with names." His voice showed so little emotion I literally shivered. "You're cold."

I shook my head and crossed my legs over, noticing my skirt hitch up. Darn skirts! I pulled it down as far as it would. "I've seen people try to get to me with 4 buttons undone, blouses longer than the skirt. Yours being just above the knee isn't inappropriate. Just leave it." I have it one last tug before following his advice.

"You said I'm lucky with my name. I personally think it's too mainstream. What's yours then?"

"Damon Black." Man! How can you not like that! That is one cool name.

"It suits you." He stared through me and went back to his paper. I watched the graphite stick dance fluently across the page before curiosity got the better of me.

"What ya drawing?" I leaned over slightly to get a look at what was beneath his pencil. "Wow. That's amazing. Wow." I was looked at a miniature version of what I must have looked like a few minutes ago.

"You were there." I smiled and looked at the square inch picture. He scribbled his name onto the bottom and tore it of the piece of paper. "Have it." I took it carefully and examined it. It was amazing.

"Thanks." He smiled slightly before pulling the mask back on. I sighed internally.

Mission number one.

Crack Damon Black.